This feels like a breakup poem to me, even though you don't say so. Just a sense that high-speed adventures aren't enough to sustain this relationship. I like the way the little puppy is so protective and obviously favours you.
Wow, Patty! The last stanza blew me away. You make a good point about how this situation turned out to be an adventure because you lived to tell about it. I love the metaphor of the fire and the difficult-to-breathe situation.
I'm guessing this is a poem about your rich ex when you lived in SoCA. You were addicted to adrenaline rushes, but that was the day you decided to stop it for the sake of your kids?
I was not the one addicted to the adrenaline - he was. I remember the realization that the hike could have ended very badly - and that this mattered to me, but not as much to him.
This feels like a breakup poem to me, even though you don't say so. Just a sense that high-speed adventures aren't enough to sustain this relationship. I like the way the little puppy is so protective and obviously favours you.
Thank you, Martin. I like to think that the pup favored me!
I do miss LA.
I really liked that. You could feel the adrenaline and sense of danger, before the looking back and reminiscing on that feeling and past adventures.
Wonderful stuff.
Thank you very much!
It's good when we can look back on these adventures and be thankful we were ok :)
This was written so beautifully 🙏
Thank you, Lydia.
Beautiful poem 💞
Thank you very much.
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Wow, Patty! The last stanza blew me away. You make a good point about how this situation turned out to be an adventure because you lived to tell about it. I love the metaphor of the fire and the difficult-to-breathe situation.
Beautifully done.
Thank you so much, Beth. My East Coast heart never tolerated the altitudes as well as it should have - thank you for noticing that!
I'm guessing this is a poem about your rich ex when you lived in SoCA. You were addicted to adrenaline rushes, but that was the day you decided to stop it for the sake of your kids?
Hi Moorea,
I was not the one addicted to the adrenaline - he was. I remember the realization that the hike could have ended very badly - and that this mattered to me, but not as much to him.
Ah, got it, thanks for correcting me. I'm glad you got out of there in one piece. Your writing is so vivid. Love it.
Beautiful storytelling
Thank you, Susan!
This is so good. Thank you, Patty.
Thank you very much!