Not and never more was
my first kiss ever
given in a game
of truth or consequence,
hesitant Maria’s lips
brushed against mine
dry and warm
while class-mates jeered;
we must have blushed
but what I most remember
is the strangest way
my heartbeats rush;
my first kiss ever
was brief but was still
a transient transition.
Today Merril hosts at dVerse and the subject is Impermanence. That first kiss was brief, and nothing more happened, but almost 50 years ago I still remember this kiss, as my name means bear I can imagine that I am a bit like that old bear beeing kissed on the nose.
February 25, 2020
I like the description of a first kiss as “transient transition” and “truth or consequence”.
I love John Bauer’s illustrations! Maybe that first kiss wasn’t as transient as you thought. You still remember it after all.
I grew up with John Bauer… for me his art always gives me memories.
You are lucky. Many people grew up with Mabel Lucy Atwell 😉
I had to google that… and that was shockingly sweet..
In a word—yuk.
This is a tender memory–the kiss may have been a transient thing, but the memory lingers. I love the illustration, too!
What a tender memory!
aha still pining for that first love .. met a few who went back there after their divorce … a sweet memory
A lovely memory Bjorn. Love the use of truth and consequence rather than truth and dare. Gives the whole poem more weight.
You found a very creative way to blow the socks off the prompt. My first kiss was at ten. We had a couple of girls who hung out in our gang of project kids. We just pressed lips together. My first romantic kiss was at 14; she was 16 and knew what she was doing.
There will only ever be one first kiss. Mine was in 6th grade and was awkward as well and on a dare at a basement house party. His name was Randy and he had bright red hair and freckles.
Ah, some things are permanently impermanent.
This is so good, Bjorn…that “dry lips’ detail anchors the poem and of course the jeering classmates!
I love the picture you chose! My first kiss was Kindegarten. Funny, I still remember it too, very brief.
I love the poem, the memory and, especially, the image of the bear being kissed on the nose. Smiles.
your vivid descriptions made my heart flutter. definitely a fleeting moment, but a permanent memory.
I love the phrase ‘transient transition’, it makes a great title, and I so love the Bauer picture, old bear! I also love the way you turned a distant memory into a palpable experience in your poem, Björn; my husband and I first kissed in a playground game of kiss chase. I’m glad Maria made your ‘heartbeats rush’!
Impermanent, but for memory.
Very nice… as though there was no one else in the room… very sweet!
What a vivid picture! I can imagine the blush and hear the teasing.
A wonderful deep memory of what might have only been a fleeting moment in real time and I love the John Bauer image too 🙂
Oh the young and curious. I can’t even remember my first kiss. I am impressed.