Victoria has set the Quadrille prompt for today. Dverse Poets Pub.
A Time
It was the end of a long,
damp summer
late mornings
early elation
discovery
learning
innocence
guilt
the end
the beginning
all we had been
shimmered away
leaving the ghost
of first love
to haunt me forever
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Moving Poems 
Ah, dang. Those summer loves that just melt away. You’ve captured the feeling so well in this.
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Thank you, Victoria.
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There is so much beautiful sadness in the phrase “shimmered away.” Like a mirage, fading slowly. Tugs at my heart.
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Yes, a shimmering mirage – you got it 🙂
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I felt the sadness in the ending of that beautiful summer ~
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Thank you, Grace
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*sigh* yes- summer love
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I like the “late mornings and early elation.” A damp summer doesn’t sound like my kind of summer, ha–I like ’em hot. A very nice capture here.
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Thank you, Jennifer
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This made me sad because I hate when summer ends. It could be summer forever and I’d be happy.
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Thank you, Linda
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shimmered away…love, innocence…a wistful poem this is. And sad. But true and not maudlin. I like this poem very much. I truly enjoyed reading this.
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Thank you
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such longing
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Really hard to realize that something that meant so much could just shimmer away never to be experienced again. Truly hard on the heart…well done!
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Thank you
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I think tears shimmer when summer (and love) is over…
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Thank you, Lynn
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Oh somehow summers always end, and even if they are damp we love them and what they bring.
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Thank you, Bjorn
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This is lovely. And I love “shimmered away”
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Summer loves………..ah youthful days………..shimmered away indeed! 🙂
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I like the first four lines especially.
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