I wrote this poem after seeing this picture of Alison Sudol, aka A Fine Frenzy, one of my favorite musical artist. This photograph looks almost like a Monet painting, sign of a good photographer. The name of the photographer isn't listed with the picture, so whoever you are, you done good. And now, with no further ado, Goofy Little Poem:
I pass by
The girl in the rowboat
Beside the road
I wonder
Why she is sitting there.
Day after day
I pass by
The girl in the rowboat
Beside the road
She smiles
My heart flutters as I walk
Past her way
I pass by
The girl in the rowboat
Beside the road
I notice
Her red hair flowing down
Over her shoulders
I pass by
The girl in the rowboat
Beside the road
I feel
Love's ember slowly ignite
Over her beauty
I pass by
The girl in the rowboat
Beside the road
I stop
Offering my hand to help
Her out
We pass by
An empty rowboat
Beside the road
Holding hands
For the rest of our lives
No, Forever
3 comments:
I can say with the strongest of convictions, that you are one hopeless romantic, Walk. Yes you are. I've never met anyone as romantic who has the ability to prove it by putting his feelings into words and by so doing, sharing his vulnerability so charmingly.
I beg to differ with you, Walk. I fail to see anything goofy in your verses. A fine cadence and progression of emotion shine here.
Congrats, Walk. I love it and you. (Don't tell Beautiful I said that).
There you go, making me blush again.
You look good in hot pink, Walk.
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