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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.
I'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.
but even the greatest of poets should use spell check. crescendos...."Ferris" should be capitalized. Lovely poem, ange
I 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
You 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.
so much so that I printed this one out. Thanks
Boo