Poem. home 5.
Home 5.
chilly toes
better tuck them up
sit like a brooding hen
all plumpf, all eyes a
sparkle with pleasure
surveying the scene
a little slovenly
but gratifying yes
even delectably belly warming
or is that the
hot chocolate talking
both have the desired effect
magnifying the calming effect
of my vacant drifting feelings
bloating the brain
stained not blood red
but rose red
a tender shade of pink
to match these tender thoughts
(Sometimes the urge to write something silly and sentimental just can't be sedated)
Posted in: home, poem on Tuesday, February 23, 2010 at at 8:56 AM
