Soon rest mid cups of yellow
gloss reflected on pale skin
emergent freckles smile return
while bees drone by with grin
a hazy sort of lazy,
side-ordered with content,
soon rest with me in meadows
where all summer days are spent.
Soon tickle chins with charming
belles, these buttercups,
simple yet disarming
lemon drops that raise me up
soon, so soon, the green grass,
with wild flowers blooming there,
will tremble friendly mellow cups
sun-dappled in breezed air.
I have been there. I would like to visit again. This evokes a wonderful memory.
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Me too, Pam. 🙂
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I feel I should go outside and lie in a hammock. Lovely, sunny, spring images, Anne-Marie.
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That’s what I need! Let the fingers graze the grass and catch a few zzzzs. 🙂
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you transported me there
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Enjoy the siesta. 🙂
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Do I detect a warming of the weather, a glass of some fine wine and laying on a blanket in a lovely field of flowers while the sun is beating down? No?
Maybe watching some other heathen enjoying that luxury while your stuck inside, slaving away at the chores of life instead?
Go on, just grab a bottle, steal some nibbles and tear out the door…who’s going to stop you? You?
Set yourself free woman, damn the power of guilt and be free 🙂
Oh, and when you come back half tanked, smiling giddily, I’ll deny all knowledge of this conversation 😀
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Some heathen no doubt is enjoying my fantasy, Mark. But I’ve only got a few weeks till the holidays when I shall reclaim the reality. And all your fine suggestions. I’m more than happy to take the blame for any tanking that may occur. 😉
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Beautiful imagery, Anne-Marie, and the structure that you have used works wonderfully to carry this poem along like a long, lazy Summer’s day. Lovely!
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Thanks, Chris. Have you worked out yours yet? June 24th here! 🙂 🙂
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Well now I’m depressed, I’ve got 18th of July!
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