- Non-Erotic Poetry
- New White Shoes, Red Laces
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Click hereLaughter like dry cider.
Fridge chilled, extra ice
in september dust and scarred earth
beaten senseless by the life giver above.
And little feet flutter
not patter,
skim the surface on a mirage
in new white shoes, red laces,
two strawberry mints dancing.
Such a blessing to watch,
to listen, indulge in that melody
from a gap of generation.
Those small faces
that don't care
their transmission is full power,
all frequencies channeling soul.
A microwave beacon
warming slightly
all things alive
nearby.
- COMMENTS
My Erotic Taleover 19 years agocute and very good poem!
Those small faces
that don't care
their transmission is full power,
all frequencies channeling soul.
some excellent lines here Randi~
great poetry~
(hey Nin, I knew you'd like it~)
love your poem Randi~
Ninja Nookieover 19 years agothere's something about those lil angels
that brring joy to a home <grin> and when
I was young and we got new shoes I'd run like the wind and believed I could run faster with new shoes,
well thats where My mind went, thanks Art~
Liarover 19 years agoYour poem has been mentioned in the New Poem thread at the poetry board.
