We sat by the river
Watching the daisies
Chasing the flow
The current lapping them up
A skylark spied on us
“They are holding hands”
He sang to the world
His song was beautiful
And so were you
We held hands so gently
Tenderly touching
Innocently
And yet you blushed, as did I
I loved you completely
With a passion expressed
In a coiling of fingers;
A darkening of freckles
It was enough
Comments
tamara (not verified) | January 19, 2009 - 17:43
Perfection is this.
Well done.
threeleafshamrock | January 19, 2009 - 18:25
Coming from you tamara - having discovered your poetry and at the risk of sounding patronising - means a hell of lot; maybe I've arrived ;)
Regards
Chris X
tamara (not verified) | January 19, 2009 - 19:15
God bless ya!Thanks for reading my work,please keep writing and just be you,Brilliant.
threeleafshamrock | January 19, 2009 - 20:08
Thanks for the cherry folks. Made my Day!
Nathan Bednarek | January 23, 2009 - 13:47
I agree with Tamara, this poem is just perfect. Well done.
Nathan.
Tom Brown | March 26, 2010 - 05:41
Good work! Blissfully innocent. As it should be &&
threeleafshamrock | March 26, 2010 - 18:06
Thanks Tom ;)