Boating

Bridget Webber
Nov 2 · 1 min read

Poetry about a memory of love

Nonchalant brook air brushes my cheek with the memory of us in that blue boat on a sun-kissed day.

Carved in the sky your laughter dawdles at the brink of each idle afternoon, winding through the bed of jade and silver with luminous light on plunged pebbles:

Dashed like once cherished forgotten love, but bright and colorful as tomorrow’s dreams.

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Bridget Webber

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I write about wellbeing and emotional intelligence, laced with personal insights, humor, poetry, and anecdotes.

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