Sunlight accentuated her freckles
Sun-burnt against her white Irish skin
Blood orange hair spilling over
Her shoulders
Admired by one who had none
One day against creamed coffee tones
Someone dared to exclaim,
FRECKLE!
Time stopped…
Once a desire
Now a haunting blemish
Dversepoetspub.com quadrille with the word “freckle”. I was envious of my childhood friend. How foolish of me!
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I found it cute too, but now, not so much.
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It is nice to just appreciate who you are.
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“Someone dared to exclaim,
FRECKLE!”
Great exclamation!
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Thank you!
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We must be careful what we wish for…good one, Mary!
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Oh yes absolutely!
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Your lines describe me, a very fair-skinned red head. I had more freckles as a kid, when I spent nearly all Summer in the sun. I like this. 🙂
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Thank you!
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That’s a sort of sad perspective on freckle-ness Mary. This made for a somber read.
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I didn’t mean for it to be sad. It was to me a clear observation that we are all different and that is good. Freckles belong on fair skin, not on me!
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Red hair and freckles do seem to go together in my mind. Nothing like the sun to make anything stand out.
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Thanks Frank!
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As unique as each freckle, we are all so different. Thank goodness!
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Yes we are and we should be! Thank you!
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