I called her infectious…smile taking flight;
Her laughter rolled around the atmosphere
Body fluttering, shaking in delight,
Embracing the joy, holding it quite dear.
There was a lightness in all that she did
Holding court in her walking and her seat
Even the food falling from her, down it slid,
To bow to her essence; derive a treat.
But, a passing furrowed brow did appear
Words from a friend not meaning to cut so
Made quick worried startlement, come quick fear
A look, a pleading, to me she did go.
I called her infectious; there was a smile
A tight hug to me, it’s stayed a long while.
Jul23
So voyeuristic!….I like it!
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Thanks Joy. There is something inherently interesting in voyeurism.
Stuart! i love love love this!! ur absolutely amazing. I can’t say enough how inspirational you are and your poetry is stunning. The words speak for itself
Carol: thank you so very much. I’m really glad that you like it. Share it with your friends: you were/are a muse.
Enjoyed reading this Stuart. It struck a chord.
Thank you Mary. Hope it was a pleasant, lilting chord.
You are a multi talented man – lovely poetry and great commentary on education too.
Thank you Roberta. I try to be who I am.
you write amazing poetry,
try Haiku and share with the purple tree house today.
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Hey Jingle: thank you. I do do Haiku, but it’s NOT a form I really like doing. Most Haiku baffles me, so I tend to not even try it, while I know I can. Good luck with it.
this one has the fortnight!
I fixed the other one; finally realized that one of the lines was missing. Thanks Roy.