Flower Child

By Phalanx

Out of curiosity and cleaning house,
I noticed, with a sprinkle of delve as a noun.
Look at you go.
Goodness is good for need of only the prefix.
I describe you as I take note.
The sunshine burns and leaves me bronze.
The pensive words keep me, baited with breath and
I can feel the wind push your lips into mine.
Oh my...
The quiet traveler picks flowers and I instinctively
Feel the will to bloom.
Can I call you, Sunshine?

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Published on Wednesday, January 27, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Good vibes.

Comments on "Flower Child"

A former member wrote: Nicely done, and well finished. ^-^ This made me smile. I very much enjoyed this piece.
On Monday, November 13, 2017, Cassette (1087) wrote:

This is a scribble of sunshine if ever there were one.
On Friday, December 30, 2016, sIo (898) wrote:

So....risquÃ© and pocketbook short but bank account discreet... all the while front and center of the front page newspaper. Makes me wiggle with grins.
On Tuesday, February 2, 2016, Lux (280) wrote:

-Smiles brightly.- My, my.
On Friday, January 29, 2016, Nimue44 (289) wrote:

It's like you opened a window to a meadow. I gladly glimpse... I've lived always in a huge metropolis.
On Wednesday, January 27, 2016, Cant walk away (30) wrote:

Oh my indeed ;) feeling your good vibes!