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Instead of Shopping
Diamonds can wait.
They aren't
nearly as
temporary
as the summer
thunder
and
only half as
precious.
Procrastinating
over the deep
lilac
skies of a solstice
storm,
I lean softly
across
her
watching
Prussian
clouds
voyage by
through a
prismed window.
We fascinate over
draping rain
that
brushes
the valley,
like mosquito
netting
caressing
the unmade bed
of
eight o' clock lovers.
-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"
My Poetic Notes:
The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: This poem memorializes one of my most poignant memories from when I was younger, around the age of twenty, and it still moves me to this day...
...I was going with Sandra—who was my first and only girlfriend—to downtown Salt Lake City, Utah to shop for her engagement ring. (Although, I seriously don't recall how I proposed to her! Ah, what romance...) And, while driving along Wasatch Boulevard (a road that overlooks the Salt Lake Valley, which runs along the end of the Rocky Mountains), we saw the most beautiful summer thunderstorm! So, we decided to skip shopping and we just watched this "solstice storm" unfold before us over the valley below.
And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message that I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."
This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.
-Paulee
https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com
This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 015 was edited on September 5th, 2023.
"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]
