Missing Vallejo

Poem Info
112 words
4.67
2k
0
Poem does not have any tags
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

I closed my eyes and yawned
the Carolina summer vanished,
my salty pastels hidden
beneath dead damp leaves
                                               the poets left the island
like migratory swans,
leaving no one to listen....
            no one to be heard
                                                 I look towards the setting sun
coming earlier each day,
imagining spoken rhythm
wishing I was in Vallejo

       but...............
there is no causeway
no Mare Island Way
that takes me to Florida
down to 818 Marin
                                                  where the coffee is hot
and the sandwiches nourish,
while the music and spoken word
rekindle a frozen a soul
                                                  I miss this place I've never been
needing the warmth of creation,
the voices of strangers speaking with a beat.

Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
4 Comments
AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
enjoyable

pen...I like the ones I REALLY get...is why I like your pens..always a great style...blue

My Erotic TrailMy Erotic Trailabout 18 years ago
Enchanting

I always enjoy your writes, and this one had a lot of great lines, thanks for sharing

LeBrozLeBrozabout 18 years ago
~~

Yearning for warmth

Of souls and sun ~

Nice little write.

sacksackover 18 years ago
send a message to Laurel....

to have the formatting fixed on this one. The text is bleeding into the blue border. It's worth the trouble!

Share this Poem