Something a little different from my pen this week. I had thoughts of other things but they needed more concentration and thought than I had space for amongst all the people in my house today...promised myself I would start earlier in the week for the 55, but that didn't happen either. At least I have an offering this week.
Have a great weekend everyone! :))
More 55 links here! Go visit G-Daddy on Mr. Knowitall and join in the fun.
Paw prints in dewy grass
tracked in the morning light
across the deck down to the
parsley patch - tastes like lollies
to a rabbit sniffing the dawn air.
He smells Autumn's arrival tempered
with a lazier, softer ambiance
than the Summer just passed,
with its electric heat that
dripped humidity under a blazing sun.
P.S. you might like to read the other poem in this post...check below.
by George Eastman.
Transported by a tympani of steadily falling
rain sluicing from the roof; I sit, watching you
dance in the deluge, cold droplets
dripping from your chin.
You haven't yet sensed my intent study of
your eyes searching a distant view with
focused intensity, turning the whiskey color
a different hue.
Raspberry colored lips twist wistfully
into a smile, whispering indiscernible
words--a name, a prayer, lover's thoughts
drifting away on the air;
In the blink of an eye, I wonder: was I