i like your face
i like your face little bird,
you are so damned cute
god should be reprimanded.
and you were sitting pretty
on a short cherry wood staircase
playing a guitar, and
the steps were an oiled, pine scented
sheen, not a bit of dust, polished clean,
like the heart i’d have saved for you forever.
it doesn’t matter that i don’t remember
the songs you played, i didn’t know you
and i would have run away with you then.
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I like how steady this piece unwinds. It sounds like a bird singing.
I feel that first stanza, ha! Really like how you draw the reader right into that moment of feeling.
thanks DY, i very much liked how you fashioned the poem for june 1. it had rhythm and richness.
@A. Taylor: hehe, it’s on a par with saying “now those biscuits are so good manny that you’d beat your grandma for a helpin’……..”
I love this description..
the steps were an oiled, pine scented
sheen, not a bit of dust, polished clean,
thank you linda
No that’s a love poem, ’cause it truly doesn’t matter I don’t remember the details, just that feeling that day, which awakes in your words. Thanks.
and thank you Allen