Songs of the past
haunt and mesmerize
awakening visions inside of me
each time I hear a special song
I'm taken back in time to that place...
where my ears heard it for the very first time
I relive that moment again...and I smile
Call out in silence
my heart will know
your voice if ...
you think of me
in quiet moments
I will follow
passing through time's mirror
that hides our soul
from each the other
yes I will know you
and you shall know me
as once we knew
each other
Cloudy mirror
Shaky hands
Getting clearer
Making plans
Then the set-back
Then the
Bloody mirror
Spasing hands
Slipping nearer
Mixing plans
Then it's over
Then it's
Morning Edgar, you sure wake up sharp ....
Diane and Colorbook ..... sigh ...... wonderful
I don't wake up feeling sharp. I didn't even post my normal work yesterday as a result.
I have to say one more time that we have some exceptional people writing and visiting our thread. I love you all and SPONTANEOUS POEMS more then you can imagine.
Waking up
The clock ticks six, seven, eight,
my dog Maddy knows I'm late.
On my pillow he can sleep
watching clock hands creep, creep, creep.
Poop and pee time my Bichon craves
he starts fiddling with my hair's waves
until he's sure I've waken up
My alarm clock's a silly pup.
I wake up in the morning
rub the sleep from my eyes and yawn
but it won't go away
sometimes it stays there all day long
coffee and more coffee
doesn't make it go away
a good nights sleep is what I need
to face another day
Great stuff. Diane, that poem gave me some serious goose flesh!
I thought this was a poetic sight...one of the pine trees in my backyard today at 2:00 pm. Its been snowing all day.
That's beautiful, colorbook. It's a 71 degree day here. I may not want to be snowbound, but I do want to have some winter this year. It's pathetic looking at green shoots on top of my banana trees in January.
I'd be glad to send you some snow...but it would melt way before it got to you, I have plenty to spare.
It finally stopped snowing around 8:00 pm. It left us with about 13 inches. Our neighbor has a snow blower and his son did a large part of our walk and driveway for us, it can be a lot of work.
All my little pine trees got so much snow I was afraid the branches would break. I just got back in, after knocking all of the snow off of them with a broom. To think of 71 degrees, sounds so nice, as our windchill tonight is
-25 degrees.
i greet the day
as time comes strolling in
on feet of gray
and the sun's old bald head
throws beams my way
so slick n shiny 'tis
new sky leaks dew
wet shoes in fields of grass
a block then two
brings me to the hill i love
as the sky turns blue
my spirit soars with the birds
Dennis Miller's a clown
For thinking he's funny
He changed politics
Like an egg all runny
Maybe he'd be a friend
If you gave him your money
As Bullwinkle would say ... 'hello poetry lovers'
S'up Edgar?
Edgar, I love your poem from this morning.
Thanks , littlek.
gelisgesti, I'm much too tired to be sitting here. I need a vacation already.
I know what you mean brother, sorta gets ya right in the beyoutocks ....
I'm suffering from 'spb'....[ severe poetry blockage ].
Hi littlek ....
Just type any word but orange, think of a rhyme, and instict will take over from there.
Come see
look here
with no direction
how can I steer
or do I want to go
to a place
I do not know
oh damn it ORANGE
sorry, I guess I blew it ..
