Keep it simple, buttermilk sweet
Delirious knocks, come on in
Time to time, devilish fleeting
Photographs, Grand parades, meetings
Myopic world, months, drift on by
Rather tough to center, these lines
Excuse me, or pardon, in a top hat
Glorious, some day, in a museum
Amateur digger, piece together broken plate
Filed away, all the beauty, of our wake
Washing like golden flakes, through time
A phone call, once cost, a thin dime
Each theme wrinkles, erodes away
Stages of life resemble holidays
So you hum an old melody
Write on this page, some scenery
Green fir trees, glistening, in moon's soft glow
Inner city child won't know, picture shown
Shall needed sigh, be somewhat portending
Can't sit in one spot, but ask spot to sit
Such sadness, many Summer's seen, parks bare
Weeds growing in trails, no children playing
Sweet sound of child's laughter, day begins
The music of their, not our, future
Am I barking up the wrong tree
Shaved my beard, looking too hippie
Love, peace and tryin' to understanding
Got too much bleach, in washed out style
Old posters, colorful pedestrians
People said hello, on the street, and smiled
Shimmy and Flappers, maybe 20's the same
Mop Top quartets with animal names
Some forgotten oldie playing somewhere
Grab a chair, just sit back, listen, drift where
Closing your eyes, while tapping a beat
Wishes and hopes became wishing you there
Such a delirious delicious moment
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If that isn't pure William D. I don't know what is. :)
Still it strikes me as a tad melancholy - I mean about the part of us not seeing the future. I've got a birthday coming up and find it hard to come to grips with mortality, but even more so that there are already things I will never see or know.
Such a delirious delicious moment"
LOve this Bill!!
In the fifth stanza, it does seem to me that people used to be friendlier.
As usual, I love the pictures you paint.
Those things create delicious moments for me.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
so much in one write,,, interesting,,, Bless you my friend,,,
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John, you my friend are a wordsmith's wordsmith.
Old posters, colorful pedestrians
People said hello, on the street, and smiled
aHHH yes, I can relate! good one William. Salud
I've been'Amateur digger' all my life and now i stumbled upon gold.
First Term Blue
This journey of yours is well presented through the emotions you use in words.
Thanks. We love your faded out wrinkles...
the parade begins in my dream state and crawls through my days
sometimes it drags those days with it,
I like how you've worded this
reminds me
of those delicious moments when I avoided the horse turds
in front of the floats
keep the parade going - pass down my street and throw me some beads sometimes.
Salud
Thanks
10 4 u
Blessings and best wishes in a plenty - S.
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !