. . . . . .(vincent van gogh "wheat fields with reaper at sunrise" [detail])on this new morning
rustled golden locks
unlocked and set free
tethered yet tossed hither and [yawn!]
straw across the dawn
her rising horizon eyes
come out of darkness bright
tandem suns burning warmth and heat
through a field of dream reaper wheat
on this new morning
penny lee penny lee
place your pillow next to me
in your waking eyes
penny lee penny lee
i can see! i can see!
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1 comment:
pretty nice poem, fat man.
and you're right - the chick is "roll out of bed" pretty.
by the way . . . long time, no poetry, eh? good to see you back in the game.
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