smiling.

i want to stomp in mudpuddles

waving orange flags

to show fealty to 

an as yet unborn world

pop-tarts and cold gin

whiskeycup remembrances

of childhood dreamings

i will look my kindred spirit

in the eye

and proclaim

"i am of you..

now let's take this comforter

and turn it into a fort.

i have secrets to share"

Reviews

[JC]

ha! i see wheels spinning in your mind as you write this, an intense energy, beatific madness and joy!

[Periac]

this is amazing.....a blueprint of a childhood.....awesome

[Crowley]

Wooohooooo.....!!!!! I'm turning over couch cushions as we speak. Pop tarts and Cold gin....genius. You make my heart flutter with excitement and nostalgia. Heavy sigh.....do you like peanut butter Captain Crunch?

[miSS LEaf]

even the hardest of hearts would find it hard not to melt for your words, Jenn :)

[.]

"pop-tarts and cold gin
whiskeycup remembrances
of childhood dreamings"

"Smiling"---i love this poem:-)

...that last verse has a sweet/quaint feel to it--i love it!!!

james:-)

[Ed Hart]

simply wonderful...let's put it over this table...i've got new batteries for the flashlight