- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Some Days
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Click hereSome walking days
the Sun smiled closer
to the ground and sidewalks
offered more treasure than bottlecaps--
a buttercup cracked through the concrete.
A dusty dime,still warm, yielded
itself to my pocket.
Some days we read. The rain
was a splash of symphony, creshendos
knocked on the screen door, arpeggios
danced on the roof, while inside
a pool of lamplight illuminated
the tweed chair which smelled
like a house, like the distinct
familiarity of all of you
as one of me lassoed the universe
quietly, turning a page.
Some days were wild dances,
a variegated festival of senses
where the ferris wheel creaked
and rolled to heaven and laughter
peeked through sticky crackerjack hands.
And even in those happiest balloon days
that deflated with overtired tears,
your arms made a smaller world safe.
The clouds were a cotton blanket then,
and waking from a nap began life anew.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoI've been reading through some of your poetry and just wanted to say I think you're really talented. This poem! For some reason it just struck an emotional chord with me. The whole last section was so beautiful and nostalgic.
puck444about 19 years agobut even the greatest of poets should use spell check. crescendos...."Ferris" should be capitalized. Lovely poem, ange
Tathagataabout 19 years agoI love the " days gone by" poems.
and I loved this
~where the ferris wheel creaked
and rolled to heaven and laughter
peeked through sticky crackerjack hands. ~
Yeah.
I was there too.
Wonderful piece Ange
Thank you
Anonymousabout 19 years agoYou wrote this one just for me didn't you, Ange? (jk) ;)
I love this. Beautiful wordind and images through each stanza. Very nice! Thank you.
BooMerengueabout 19 years agoso much so that I printed this one out. Thanks
Boo
Bridget69about 19 years agoBeautifully captures the different paces of life. I especially like the second verse.
WickedEveabout 19 years agowith an uninspiring first line. The poem definitely gets better as it progresses. Love the last stanza. Just keep doing what you do. Write everything! I've watched you for 3 years now, and you just keep getting better and better. And older and older. lol I can't help myself. :)
Syndra Lynnabout 19 years agofor mere words. This is astonishingly wonderful.
Some days we read. The rain
was a splash of symphony, creshendos
knocked on the screen door, arpeggios
danced on the roof, while inside
a pool of lamplight illuminated
the tweed chair which smelled
like a house, like the distinct
familiarity of all of you
as one of me lassoed the universe
quietly, turning a page.
Perfect pictures. Thank you for this.
