If you pad down pavement with some
places in particular and chipped
you can walk against the wire diamonds
that are peeled and worn
there you can leap up
the steep but steeping
steeps
and follow paths gray to messes of tangled
and dangling trees with bronze coated leaves
that whistle and chime to the wind
sway and sway to the melodies
and drink in their honeysuckle
air
some buzzing with life within
amongst their hollowed homes
where the honeysuckle swirls and
twirls
dancing white shoes
tapping to the their music
and leaping there invisible steps
up and down
some circling ‘round
to their destiny of vine and there to
somewhere
perhaps to children’s homes to show
them the honeysuckle groves
so they may come and dance
at nightfall
with their little white shoes
upon tiny feet
Awesome!!
thanks !!!
I’ll have the “white little shoes” image in head all day:)
Yay !! Thanks for taking time to read my poem !
Hi isabella ,
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Ciao, Francina
WOW! Thanks sooo much – you are too kind !
your poem is so alive with color, sounds, fragrances, and happiness…
David in Maine USA
Thank you very much 🙂
I appreciate your kindness as always !
Lovely. Very evocative. 🙂
thank you !!!!
your poem is like a dance… wonderful images and delightful written.
Ciao, Francina