Lovely Lemonade

 

 

 

 

Lovely Lemonade

 

 

At times silliness calls itself a poem

Despite my disapproval

And my pen would always falter

Before I could reach a maneuver

 

I love the way your daylight dust and smell

Keep their distance from me

 

I love the impatience

And the fragile tangles of everything

Fear and sour fiction

The seemingly saddened pigeon nests

Spells and superstitions

And greater thinkers from the West

 

I love the humble sound

Of the stone fountain

Burbling and murmuring all your

Precious crumbs of dreams

Which you couldn't quite remember

 

I especially love your indecision

Before your eyes settle on a decision

Of whether my skies should be

 

The color of lovely lemonade

And bits of artistic grey

Or the shade of ostentatious orange

That shouts and has very little to say.

 

Author's Note

*Image Title: self made lemonade
Artist: Rona-Keller
Link to original image: http://www.deviantart.com/?q=lemonade#/art/self-made-lemonade-165266300?_sid=6f3958ae

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very interesting poem...Thank you for sharing...:).....................

[YouoweYoupay]

Sami, thank you for reading Lovely Lemonade. : )
-Rain

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...................