humidity

justam

Trying to play
on a humid grey day
dealing with heat
and hot, swollen feet
heads floating, drifting out
pink, heaviness all about
but, that old wooden church
with no moving air
we could have been there
a hundred years ago
Victorian building
with the day so slow
and no where to go
maybe we brought delight
it was all right
with the windows alight
and the colors quite bright
seeing pictures
oh
oh darlin'
you drifted in
while my head was a-spin
with thoughts of somethin'
to do
it's true!
happy and new
the way the day flew
while the wind blew
across the old building so open
with worn wooden floors
and creaky bent doors
a bench's claw feet
and people to meet
cakes a bit too sweet
made the day complete
yet all around there
moisture, grey air
folks with frizzy hair
it's here, I swear
that I thought of those locks
while cursing black socks
of nylon on knees
blocking that breeze
which might drift around
and compete with the sound

chadwick

now that is bad ass.
nice.
real nice.

korby

yuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhh. sweaty

justam

chadwick wrote:

now that is bad ass.
nice.
real nice.

Thanks chadwick.

Byrnzie

I like this poem a lot.

justam

Byrnzie wrote:

I like this poem a lot.

Thanks!

jboelhow

Great imagery.

depopulationINC

Wowsers

great poem

I shall read this a couple times over

justam

depopulationINC wrote:

Wowsers

great poem

I shall read this a couple times over

Thanks depop!