sweet lollipop
I lust for lollipop dayslong gone
a lingering sweetness
on this tongue
that loving laziness
of lilting song
when all the right
melted all the wrong.
i don't know about this one, can't make up my mind if it's too dorky. it certainly doesn't take itself seriously. i'd say tell me what you think, but don't receive very many comments anymore.
Labels: poem
4 Comments:
I like the poem... but the picture with it I dont.. it just seems... to try and be flirty, or sensual - but fail. The poem itself, however, seems to call for lost childhood.. and I instead want to see with it (when my eyes close) a large - eyed child still full of wonder... representing what it is I've lost yet so long for..
~Llama
who is this?
the picture is from creative commons.
the poem speaks to two different areas: it can be taken as a reminiscence of more innocent childhood days or romanticism. i split the difference with a picture that can be taken either way-- think of it as a rorschach.
--brio
this is why I think the picture is good..........when the moment is right, the look of what you are feeling may be a surpirse to someone looking in from the outside. Actuality in free thought is one of those never/ever/always, isn't it? What's the word for that? What am I talking about, do you know
sb/phonee
Post a Comment
<< Home