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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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Copyright 2016 Phalanx
Published on Wednesday, January 27, 2016.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Good vibes.Comments on "Flower Child"
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A former member wrote:
Nicely done, and well finished. ^-^ This made me smile. I very much enjoyed this piece.
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On Monday, November 13, 2017, Cassette
(1144)
wrote:
This is a scribble of sunshine if ever there were one.
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On Friday, December 30, 2016, sIo
(926) wrote:
So....risqué and pocketbook short but bank account discreet... all the while front and center of the front page newspaper. Makes me wiggle with grins.
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On Tuesday, February 2, 2016, Lux
(299) wrote:
-Smiles brightly.- My, my.
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On Friday, January 29, 2016, Nimue44
(296) wrote:
It's like you opened a window to a meadow. I gladly glimpse... I've lived always in a huge metropolis.
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On Wednesday, January 27, 2016, Cant walk away
(30) wrote:
Oh my indeed ;) feeling your good vibes!
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