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When All the World Was Spinning {Poetry}

June 9, 2018 By Kim

It was but a moment in time,
when all the world was spinning,
a spinning, flashing roller rink,
of Don’t Stop Believin’,
and Take It On The Run, baby,
and long Farrah Fawcett feathered hair,
and tight designer jeans,
and cigarettes, and sneaking around,
and all those little lies we told each other,
about who we were, and what we knew,
all the things we conspired to do,
when all the whole wide world was a beginning,
unguarded, unbiased, new,
and oh how it seeped with our passion,
how it sent our hearts aflutter,
over every last little thing,
every argument, every kiss,
every nighttime drama with a daytime consequence,
when that Scott Baio looking boy,
the one who drove a motorcycle,
the one who killed me with his smile,
who broke my heart twice before graduation,
who said I was foxy,
while we drank warm beer,
in that hazy meadow clearing,
with D’yer Mak’er blasting,
when he leaned in on me,
and oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
he hurt me to my soul,
after he made my stomach flip,
and it all went down so easy,
a moment expertly unzipped,
when June gave birth to July,
and mellow days were counted,
marked by fleeting hours,
afloat on a lake in my mill-town paradise,
set down upon a tire tube,
with one toe gripping the dock,
I was Lolita then,
my cherry lip smackers, white wayfarers,
bare skin shining like hope in the sun,
with the whole world ahead,
so far out in front of me,
just spinning,
and I was winning,
but only because I was young,
which is all I ever needed to be,
without fear or jaded notions,
not a painful thing inside me,
except for maybe one,
it was but a brief moment,
that summer before,
before everything else,
when life itself was more like a bouncing spring,
and the wide open world was merely a spinning thing,
waxing, waning, a pendulum swing,
I felt just like a kaleidoscope top,
dropped down, hopping,
pulled from a string,
it’s those things I can’t explain away,
my Train in Vain heartache lingers to this day,
and in a blink it changed,
the Universe rearranged,
July vanished, and it was August,
so I filled my suitcase with sweaters,
and that one pleated, purple, plaid skirt,
and I became someone else.

Filed Under: growing up, kiss, life, poetry, reflection Tagged With: growing up, life, lolita, memories, poetry, summer, youth

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About Kim

I am a poet, a writer, an over-the-top mischief maker, a trash talker, and an old school dirty bird. I will never (ever) say no to a properly aerated glass of Malbec on a Friday night. I use words like “feminist” and “sartorial” and “no” and actively flirt with a decline in readership whenever I put them all into one, cohesive sentence. I like mountain biking, trails, succulents, books, inspirational quotes and vivid dreams. I strive to live with a grateful, open heart. What I know to be true is that there is always time for personal reflection and change. It's never too late to grow new wings and learn to fly again. Namaste!

My essays and poetry can also be found at Rebelle Society, The Elephant Journal, The Manifest-Station, The Minds Journal, The Imperfect Parent, Scary Mommy, BonBon Break, Litchfield Magazine, The Block Island Times, and Today's Mama.

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