a tire, a dream, and a tambourine
wind and mist like rice and butter
a howl like mamma's call for supper
the extra kiss beneath a bridge
like grandma adding 'just a smidge'
can a white cube sweeten the afternoon
dissolving in tea like a southern moon
adding syllables to the evening air
slipping off tongues like an evening prayer
well into the night we swing
a tire, a dream, and a tambourine
a howl like mamma's call for supper
the extra kiss beneath a bridge
like grandma adding 'just a smidge'
can a white cube sweeten the afternoon
dissolving in tea like a southern moon
adding syllables to the evening air
slipping off tongues like an evening prayer
well into the night we swing
a tire, a dream, and a tambourine
posted by kileyd at 3:31 AM
1 Comments:
i have always liked rhyming poetry even though many people say it's restrictive or too easy to predict. when i try my hand at it, i often find it hard to stretch beyond the first couple rhymes that come to mind. but, with you, that never seems to be a problem. your word choices always catch me off guard. poems like this one are my favorites from you and i look forward to them every time i check your blog :)
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