Memory Poem #10: Jillian: Dressing Up

June 4, 2017June 4, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

Jillian put on the pink, lace dress
that softly caressed her body,
hugging her waist, her hips, her chest.
The wind blew against her bare legs.
She felt naked without her pants.

Perhaps a beauty fail,
she threw her hair
into a ponytail.
A little foundation, a little blush
will make the boys fall into lust.

Eyeliner and mascara
will make her look fairer,
except she looked like a terror
instead, or so she thought.

Dressed in a gown,
she felt like a clown.
Staring in the mirror,
faking a kiss,
she had no idea
how made-up girls
felt confident.

Walking awkwardly
in platform shoes,
strutting like a man,
she had to finesse
her steps, cuz after all,
she was a lady in a dress.

She threw a punch in the mirror
and laughed at how silly she looked.
She may be a pink rose,
but she definitely had thorns.

Today she had to fit in
as she la de da’ed
to the gardens
with the other girls.

Memory Poem #7: Cyan & Lance: Guy Talk

May 1, 2017May 1, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

Late in the evening,
Lance heard three knocks at the door
and knew it was Cyan
probably goofing off.

Cyan had good looks,
but Lance had never seen him
look like a celebrity heartthrob
with his hair disheveled,
shirt unbuttoned
and abs exposed.

“Can I come in?” he asked.
Lance moved aside,
closing the door behind him.

Cyan sat on the bed,
looking flustered.
Lance raised an eyebrow.
“You were with a girl,
I presume?”
Cyan nodded.
“Jillian,” he said

Lance’s heart
skipped a beat.
Jillian was a sweet girl,
he even had a little crush.
But his friend was also
a great guy.

“You guys didn’t…
did you?” Lance asked.
Cyan shook his head.
“No, she’s not ready,
but, I really, really want to,
but I also don’t want to
because I can’t commit.
I don’t know what to do.”

Cyan let out a sigh
putting his face
into his hands.
“I’ve never seen you
so flustered before,
especially over a girl.”

Cyan chuckled,
“Tell me about it.
It’s like I can’t get her
out of my head.
When I’m not with her,
I think about her.
When I see her,
I just want to touch her,
hold her, call her mine.
What is wrong with me?”

“Sounds like you’re falling in love,”
Lance laughed. Cyan groaned,
“But Europe, in two weeks…”

“I haven’t seen you this happy
with a girl, ever, not even
when you were with Bri.
You can walk away, protect your heart,
or follow it, and see where it leads.
Taking chances, living life,
that’s your motto, right?”

Cyan looked up
and met his eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
He stood up,
tapping Lance’s shoulder.
“Thanks, bud. I gotta go.”
“To see Jillian?”
“Nah, I might scare her off
with my raging hormones.
I’m just gonna, uh…
satisfy myself,” he winked.
“TMI!” Lance joked,
closing the door.

The Long Walk

April 22, 2017April 22, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

I’m taking a quick break from the Memory Poems of my characters to post one of my own this week. This was written during Poets at Play.

The Long Walk

She remembered hopping off the bus
some sixteen years ago
carrying her baby blue Jansport backpack
filled to the rim with binders and books,
something she bore on her shoulders
5 days a week, even in the rain.

It was raining then, water drops
came crashing down. The wind
pushed her left and right.
It was as if Mother Storm
slapped her in the face with spit.

She opened her portable umbrella,
The useless flimsy thing
was no match for the wind,
being pulled inside out
this way and that way,
a broken fragile puppet of the wind.

She struggled to maintain control,
so it wouldn’t fly away,
while crossing the street
looking like a helpless mess,
as onlookers watched
from the safety of their cars.

Raindrops streamed down her face.
Rain pelted her clothes
from slanted angles.
Little drops of water
on her jeans
were like dark blue dots
that grew into patches
that eventually covered the leg.

Her once dried socks
were wet and squishy.
Her once bright mood
became cloudy like the storm.
She made it home, soaking wet.

It was one of the longest
10 minute walks she’s ever taken
alone
with her friend, El Nino
during high school
in the early millennium.

Flash forward – 2016/2017,
the storm is coming,
school is closed.
Children deprived
of experiencing
these memories.

a-girlwalkinginrain — image from angelgran’s photobucket

Memory Poem #5: Cyan & Jillian: The Make-Out Session

April 8, 2017April 22, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

A few gentle knocks on the door.
She opened it and let him in.
“I missed you,” he said,
cupping her face in his hands,
kissing her tenderly.

She embraced his shoulders,
kissing him back,
running her fingers through his hair,
massaging his neck.

His hands caressed her back.
He kissed her lips, her jaws, her neck.
Consciously or subconsciously,
they made their way towards the bed.

He gently laid her down,
her hair spilling onto the pillow.
He straddled her,
kissing her tenderly on the lips,
sometimes coming up
for breath.

She removed his button shirt
and caressed his arms.
He pulled her t-shirt over her head,
admiring her brassiere,
kissing her on the lips,
to the neck, to the chest.
She sighed tenderly.

He touched her abs gently.
She felt a bulge and a pulse.
His hands laid gently
on the button of her jeans.
She flinched, he stopped.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she said.
He sighed and whispered,
“It’s OK,
I didn’t expect… to get this far.”

She sat up, searching his eyes.
He smiled, kissing her on the forehead.
“Goodnight.”

She watched him leave
not knowing what to feel
a tightening in her chest.

Memory Poem #3: Sam & Rachel: The Proposal

March 21, 2017April 22, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

Every so often, I will take a break from our main characters, Cyan & Jillian, and focus on some of their friends. This week, we will witness a special moment shared by Sam & Rachel.

Sam & Rachel: The Proposal

Painting at the beach
was Cyan’s idea.
Proposing to Rachel
was Sam’s secret.

Sam felt the weight
of the box
inside his pocket.
He knew the weight
of her happiness
was in his hands.
He continued to paint.

With a simple brush stroke
of white paint, Sam highlighted
the sparkle in the ring
just before Cyan approached
his piece of work.

Fidgeting in place,
Sam felt Rachel’s eyes
of curiosity
burn through his back.
He felt dizzy
from the afternoon sun.

“And Sam, here, has painted a lovely
scene at the beach,” said Cyan.
“Soft blue ocean waves
cascading onto the sand.
A beautiful young woman
in a violet dress
standing next to her beau.
He’s down on one knee…”
Cyan pauses in realization.

Rachel’s heart skips a beat.
Sam moves aside
so that she could see
the painting.
A gasps escapes her lips
as she covers her face.

He reveals a jewelry box
and gets down
on one knee.
The box opened

ever so slowly.
Rachel felt like a little girl
presented with candy.
The diamond sparkled brightly
in mid-day sun
casting light rays and rainbows
on the white sand beach.

Sam speaks,
“I remember hearing
the most beautiful laughter
the morning of my exam.
I searched all over
for the owner
of that voice.
When I finally found her,
I was taken
by her beauty and poise.

Rachel, you are perfection
in my eyes.
Wisdom, compassion, beauty,
confidence with humility.
You brighten my day
with your presence.
You make me a wiser,
more tender man.

I am in love
with the sparkle
in your soul
and forever want
to be by your side.
Rachel, will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed
as tears streamed down her face.
He slipped the ring
onto her finger and she threw herself
into his arms.
The heat from the sun
warmed their hearts.

Memory Poem #2: Cyan & Jillian: The Painting

March 12, 2017April 22, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

He handed her the painting,
the one he did this afternoon.
“This is for you,” he said,
as he waltzed back to his room.

A night time scene
at the beach.
A little boy and a little girl
cuddled together,
watching the moonlight
dance across the ocean
and the stars twinkle
in the dark blue sky.

Multiple flashlights illuminated
colored glass bottles
of different shapes and sizes
against a big ocean rock.
Red, blue, purple, green, yellow
danced in the shadow
like the Aurora Borealis.

It was a magical scene,
so gentle, so touching,
like music to the eyes.
She smiled and held the painting
against her chest, to her heart,
as she remembered
him and her
at the beach
that night.

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Memory Poem #1: Cyan & Jillian: First Kiss

March 5, 2017April 22, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

She didn’t know why
she agreed to the kiss,
spontaneity, maybe.
She didn’t know what
she should expect
as he leaned in close.
She smelled the scent
of the sand, the ocean
and the beach.

Her heart skipped a beat
as she felt his breath
against her cheek.
His lips met hers,
soft and gentle,
like the ocean breeze.

Closing her eyes,
she breathed in…
He leaned in…
closer.
His body inches from hers,
her body against the wall.
She melted
into his arms.

For a moment, it was as if
they had disappeared
into another world
where no one was watching,
not a tree, not a bird, not a soul.

He pulled back gently,
both of them
in a daze.
He blinked,
setting down her suitcase
and cracking a smile,
as if nothing had happened.
“Here’s your room,” he said.

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Whisperings

A Decade of Poems by Jenny Katherine Luu

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