Hours past since he
had written words
as sweet as sunshine -
a cherry blossom
shared between
two lovers safe in bed -
opening the
wonder of a world
distraught with pain
That pain had stayed
away from their ‘Juliet’ –
the balcony beside
the doorway by the
window in the sun -
a sense of true compassion –
the romancing of ‘one’
She came – her
eyes were shining –
a ‘good year’ had
wrapped around him –
he wore an English
vest he dearly loved
(like French wine
and summer rain)
Under the umbrella
at a table at a movie
in the garden by
the doorway to
their villas sense of good –
the pleasantness of
Sunday on the road they
took because they could
His body one with
hers - they undressed
(this time in moonlight) –
and drank themselves
silly – (enjoying the
festivities of glee) -
French wine and summer
rain in their villa
by the sea.
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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