Expectations, wow, what a word
Make the case, adjectives to implore it
Perhaps an exploration or detour
With mindful themes, awaiting coloring
Storyline for scrap books, looking after
Change, stoking memories, the sun desires
Maternal, such gentle feeling applies
Not so sure about Amazon women
But, hey, I'm just a guy, with some hist'ry
Moons stage together, puzzle pieces fit
Maybe it's destiny, fate or a runabout
So many lines left out
Inventory, bore-bore-bore, I'm counting
The dawning sky still calls, moving on fast
A heartfelt smile, warms like a Sun's shining
Investigating feelings, with happiness
Friends and family joyful conversations
No need to be politically correct
Lexicon, tried and true soul with honors
You color each voice reaching to the sky
Bristle, brush blushing evening sky so red
Over land and vast oceans you've laid your head
And the Angelic choir knows sound glistening
In the magic of each and every well told tale
It's in the voice, not perfection, wind blown sail
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Comments: 33
great writing.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
"Bristle, brush blushing evening sky so red
Over land and vast oceans you've laid your head
And the Angelic choir knows sound glistening
In the magic of each and every well told tale"
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
Friends and family joyful conversations
No need to be politically correct
yup, that's where it's at:)
A train to Dreams>
I watched with wonder as they sky transformed so quickly so many times..
Check out my new post on Breckenridge when you have time...I was able to capture the violet of the sky as the sun was threatening to rise , then the sun did and just caught the peaks...awe inspiring...
This poem is told with your usual flair, William. Keep on flairing.
Not so sure about Amazon women
LOL! No one is...