haha...think if that had been Noah...Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Losing your freshness? No. Maybe you should do landscapes for awhile or a snapshot of your friends here. That might be dangerous though. ;)
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haha...think if that had been Noah...Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Losing your freshness? No. Maybe you should do landscapes for awhile or a snapshot of your friends here. That might be dangerous though. ;)
Sunshine falls
wherever it wants.
I have no qualms
about chasing it
around the
house.
A young couple arrive
pushing a stroller
with a baby in it
underneath a big, floppy red hat
(at least, I assume there’s a baby under there).
Later, as he wakes up,
the father takes him on his lap,
turns him toward me
and I sing to him in German:
"Kommt ein fogel gefloggen...”
A magic treehouse hovers
four feet above the ground,
bright yellow shutters thrown open
to welcome the sun.
To the left, a wavy slide
and three green plastic swings,
dangle, forgotten,
in that breathless pause
that is early morning.
Remembered laughter
echoes through the playscape,
now empty and still.
Love it, D., but I could swear I posted one just before you? Gonna try and enter it again...
At the supermarket
I follow behind my shopping-cart
with absent-minded efficiency
wielding it up one aisle
and down the other,
citizen consumer,
wondering what
have I left off my list
today
^^^ Love this one too!! Especially "absent-minded efficiency".... :)
A bank of silver and red
neighbourhood mailboxes stands tall,
-- resolute, shipshape --
arms firmly at their sides,
soldierly in their posture,
with a fixed forward gaze,
brooking no interference
to the work at hand.
Just to the left,
four bright yellow tubes
lean against each other
in a lazy, disorderly clump,
waiting for their morning feed
of the daily news,
looking more like the potato-peelers
than the regular ranks.
What a wonderful counterpoint between the martial posture of those public mailboxes in the first stanza and the seemingly undisciplined private (?) ones in the second - and I love the humour of the second verse in general!
Waiting for D. this morning
was no different, I suppose,
than waiting for A., B., or C.
had been or than waiting
for E. or F. will be...
Through the window of the café
I could see the mirrored reflection
of the ceiling fan,
turning, turning
Lovely, and torn through with the loneliness that we both experience from time to time. I love the second stanza. :bawling:Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Love this one. The tiresome feeling. Love the image of the second stanza, but you should replace "fun" with "fan" maybe. :p However, your Freudian slip might show that something positive is still on your mind.Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Donna, that's a very nice one!Quote:
A magic treehouse hovers
four feet above the ground,
bright yellow shutters thrown open
to welcome the sun.
To the left, a wavy slide
and three green plastic swings,
dangle, forgotten,
in that breathless pause
that is early morning.
Remembered laughter
echoes through the playscape,
now empty and still.
^^^ Thanks, Sweets. :)
* * * * *
It's an acre or two,
maybe a bit more,
is my best guess....
Deep green pines cluster
along the edges of the backyard.
The front lawn is vast and pristine.
The gardens lie, relaxed,
shrubs beautifully trimmed,
carefully following the delicate shape
of the bay window.
And on the gracefully curving,
brilliant white, concrete front drive
(no such thing, after all, as
common cement in this neighbourhood)
sits what looks like a brand-new SUV
in a shade of tan that perfectly matches
the colour of this gracious residence.
There is something about that SUV that so perfectly completes the picture!
Thanks, Jer. I'm unhappy with the last line though. I may change it.