ah, this beautiful description
now has me jittery and eager
for summer sunshine.

and now i am wishing terribly that the cold would be gone for good and the summer would return!
all i can hope for is a summer as endearing as you portray
SLGunn

I visualized everything, very romantic. It makes me feel like I could get dressed and seduce a boy.

(I apologize in advance for being terrible at reviewing things, but I see myself reviewing more of your work.)

I really like this, especially the last stanza. the whole poem reads/flows nicely and is something I can relate to.

don't wait for "something big to happen." make it happen. ;)

'a year ago i would have never looked you
in the eye
but now i’m one year older and adventure feels
so close.'

This is so close to how I feel for someone I'm in love with, I keep writing poem after poem about her. sandy pink and red depression as well as my newest one is all about her, and i've been trying to get closer to her. Except my case may be different from yours because when I danced with her at the prom two weeks ago, I felt no chemistry with her. She was so far away from me and it made me feel utterly miserable.

I haven't been writing very well at all for the past few months, so I haven't posted much. Well I have but then I remove it just as fast. It seems like poetry is my only food when nobody wants me, and that's how I relate intimately with this piece you've written here.

The lines of these stanzas are a flow of conscious stream that takes probably sums up the years by yourself and thinking about this boy. The simple and casual lines 'that's pretty cool/thanks' of every day conversation really depresses me, it's almost pathetic- how the hell do we get by everyday with words we could really care less for using when all we want is to feel, touch, talk, hold, kiss, laugh with someone else. And why is being able to talk to someone a milestone for one person but a walk in the park for the next? It's probably something genetic, but then again I'm being extremely cynical. But it makes sense, or maybe I've always been a contemplative human being, I must have done it so much that I do it out of habit.

I like how sing-song this poem is, kind of hum-drum, and ho-hum, and just very melancholic all around. You're trying to make yourself look attractive for someone because he supposedly can make you happy again, or feel good enough so you can feel wanted again. It's always trying to be happy, people don't want to feel wanted without looking for happiness. We do what makes us happy naturally, and sometimes we take very very long steps just to achieve that much.

'teeter-tooter in shoes that make my legs look longer' - I think that's a very hot line. But that's just my male imagination kicking in gear twenty four seven. hah, more on that later.

So... I'm leaving my crush forever in a week and we barely knew each other after several years. I hope you don't wind up like me. I say go for him, what have you got to lose? Better late than never (that line is an overkill but it rings true 'for me').

Good luck smoldering one.

- Julian

your second paragraph almost reminds me of me. because somehow, slipping into womanhood isn't going so gracefully for me.
anyway, i really like your piece. yes, summer does have its charm. i like your last para best, made me think of the way i feel these days- fearless. like i could do anything. I was never like that a year ago. well, life does change drastically as we grow up. wonderful work.

aw that's so cute. it's really the accomplishment that you have closed one chapter in your life and opened another as a result. i love the way you captivated that moment.