Lost Moments 2012
artwork by Nick Gentry
it was the hot summer of ’59
the heat dragged on and on;
migrants sweated in the fields,
youth rumbled in parking lots
after cruising’ saturday night.
bobby left me for a prettier girl
but i didn’t care; i’d have a
smoke, quick slick a rat tail
comb thru my cropped hair
and find me a better boy,
one who really understood
what was inside me, yeah.
Thanks to Nick Gentry, http://www.nickgentry.com
for sharing his artistic inspiration with d’Verse poets today.
a poem in my pocket 
Jan 07, 2015 @ 10:43:19
In 1959, I was a sophomore in high school, just beginning to afford some tentative double-dating, anxious to turn 16, to get my own hot rod, to lose my virginity, & of all things to explore creative writing, especially poetry–letting Whitman lead the way; nice take on the prompt; nailed the image, kept my interest all the way.
Jan 07, 2015 @ 11:03:03
Glad it held your interest, Glenn…i was born in ’59, a real babe 😉
Jan 07, 2015 @ 09:55:51
Really enjoyed the reflection on the summer of ’59!! I definitely could hear ‘her’ voice!
Jan 07, 2015 @ 09:38:55
I enjoyed the positive attitude and tone in your poem, Lynn!
Jan 07, 2015 @ 05:55:22
you gave her a story…i wonder if the strength in her voice is a face to cover up some hurt…or if she really has that kinda sass…cool character sketch
Jan 07, 2015 @ 05:51:13
I admire the retro flashback Lynn ~ You captured that hot summer of 59 ~ Thanks for participating and wishing you Happy New Year ~
Jan 07, 2015 @ 11:05:26
A hot summer, cool art…an awesome prompt, Grace!
Happy New Year to you as well 🙂
Jan 07, 2015 @ 02:38:25
I can see those words coming from her mouth – great observation and take on the prompt 🙂
Jan 07, 2015 @ 01:04:18
Imagine having a recording of oneself.. Love the way to forge ahead and not dwell… Maybe it was easier back then, when the history was not recorded in Instagram and facebook…
Jan 07, 2015 @ 00:50:06
You infiltrated the model and came up with some stunning words. I remember that summer very well – I was painting my Austin 7 (1934) a weird shade of green, painstakingly rubbing down with glasspaper between about 20 coats of cellulose, and It was overwhelmingly hot work. No time for finding fellers!
Jan 06, 2015 @ 23:25:47
I can see this poem in the picture – you really found it. Nice
Jan 06, 2015 @ 22:08:00
fascinating retro monologue