Blue skies,
Smooth blue skies,
Smooth sailing.
We're as
smooth as wet grass,
smooth like the ice
floating in my glass
of bourbon.
Like the swirl of headiness
of one too many shots,
I never saw him coming.
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- Deborah
- Gilbert, Arizona
- I was a dancer seems like a hundred years ago. I once owned horses and rode with the wind. I've skied Black Diamond trails and avoided the moguls. I am the sum of all that I have experienced, but don't add me up yet; I still have a few numbers to throw in! In The Autumn of my life, embracing it with abandon. Recovering widow; there IS life after death.
Baby Doll
aka Bad Alice
Babycakes
Bad Alice and Dead Bob
Bad Alice and her Mad Hatter
SPC Ryan and wife, Gillian
Milo's World Tour
6 comments:
Dare I say it? "Smoooooooooooth!"
I especially love those last three lines. Hope all is well Deborah!
~Sandra
Beautiful! ♥♥♥
Bonjour chère amie,
Le soleil envahit notre ciel en ce moment et pour mon plus grand bonheur...
De très jolis mots qui illuminent eux aussi ma journée.
Gros bisous 🌸
Deb, this is a fantastic poem! The images and the economy of words is perfect. I’m clapping for you 💜
Love kj
if my first comment didn't post, here it is again: this poem is perfect. the images and economy of words is five star. so glad for you, deb.
love kj
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