what kind of saturday is this?A Poem by Dylanan early morn visitation upon a friend and her family.i got my coat and started driving there, the sun was white and the leaves were curled brown by wintering winds and lost summer smiles; 'drove to the rutland red house; where-- a rainy roar echoed from some room, but margaret in calico pajamas smiling her smile and tussling her hair, said ann was in the shower; when-- out comes this pink turbaned turk, with deep autumn eyes and flushing cheeks warmed by her quiet smile (a beauty to behold?) who offered a morning cup of coffee; as-- she passed on by into the kitchen, where her chocolate cake warmed the air partially charred it was, with wisps of smoke lingering by, and she poured be the bottom of the pot; while-- up popped margaret's hot muffin, with one going down for me, warmed and tender and deliciously sweet, "why ann can cook" i cried; when-- mary came in looking all around, as mr. william wondered about my car parked too near and parked too far, with cup in hand, mary's like a clown; as-- ann stirred and whirred a frosting batch, and dogs jumped up from the ground biting my nose and licking my lips, while she frosted a mustache and searched for her tips; when-- we roared to store with hands high in the sky, waving at the sun and air feeling fast and free, but please don't restrict me, and listening to the music of our minds; while-- the morning passes through noon and 'that's life', rushing all around, filling in time not knowing with who or knowing not to care, sings sinatra with a smile, with a croon; when-- i wonder what kind of saturday this is, for here stands ann with quiet beauty just looking, just thinking (and fool that i am?) how can i leave with a touch and a word, but not a kiss! © 2014 Dylan |
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Added on October 25, 2014 Last Updated on October 25, 2014 AuthorDylanMIAbout"Above all, create...and may the gods grant you peace." Just a child of the turbulent sixties living a dichotomy of creativity while maintaining a middle class life. Accomplishment, however great or.. more..Writing
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