David on Jun 4th, 2008Diane Ackerman/ Virginia Beach/ Surfer

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth. ~Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses
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David on May 20th, 2008Young But Good Surfer
David on Sep 29th, 2007Surfing At Virginia Beach
Table of contents for Love Poems
- Father and Son/ Love Poetry
- Sailing Away
- Some Love Poems Are Sometimes Sad / Colors Of The Wind
- One Year Old/ “days of our lives”/ Poetry
- A Celebration Day/ Lovers Poetry/ Katherine Hepburn/ Phyllis Diller
- Romantic Love/ Deeply In Love Poems
- Dancing For Love/Photos Of Love
- Light And Darkness/ Loving The Wild Ones
- “Days of our Lives”/ Let Your Hair Down/ Poem About Love
- Safe Harbor
- Short And Sweet Love/ A Nice Place To Be
- Meditation On The Shore
- Surfing At Virginia Beach
- Love Thyself/ Poems Of Love And Learning
- Dad/ Love Is Sometimes Sad Poems
- Summer Fun
- Taylor Hicks
- Life
- Evening Sky/ Poetry of Loneliness
- Jordin/ Love Of A Fan Poetry
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I caught you in a time of joy
As once you found a wave
And rode it for it’s very worth
Upon this warm, clear day.
My camera is my surfboard now
It seeks out waves of joy
Like those that have surrounded you
On this day in July.
We know your time is near an end
The beach will soon be dark
But I will always have this scene
Imprinted on my heart.
A moment when the sun did shine
A twilight vast and free
A fantasy I rode the waves
A silly old diary.
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