Sweet Summer Romance Song

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited August 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The birds picked at the cracked asphalt.
Black and sinister, pecking for rotten remains.
You held my hand on your lap,
and the summer was far too much for me.

The painters on scaffolding two doors down,
were smoking cheap cigarettes and whistling away.
One threw a rock at the pecking circle.
Something beautiful arose just then.

We embraced the silence
as our little squirrel friend
pawed amiably for a bite to eat
but the only food near by
was the blackbirds' festering meat.

The evening was coming fast, fast upon us.
I was glad the heat would end soon.
The night would only get hotter,
if I spent another second with you.

The birds rose up together,
their ebony feathers floating.
Perfect engineering.

The birds, oh my God, the birds.
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    Very sweet K....Could it be summer love...or...as deep as the soul?
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

    PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
  • edeneden Posts: 407
    Kwyjibo wrote:
    The birds picked at the cracked asphalt.
    Black and sinister, pecking for rotten remains.
    You held my hand on your lap,
    and the summer was far too much for me.

    The painters on scaffolding two doors down,
    were smoking cheap cigarettes and whistling away.
    One threw a rock at the pecking circle.
    Something beautiful arose just then.

    We embraced the silence
    as our little squirrel friend
    pawed amiably for a bite to eat
    but the only food near by
    was the blackbirds' festering meat.

    The evening was coming fast, fast upon us.
    I was glad the heat would end soon.
    The night would only get hotter,
    if I spent another second with you.

    The birds rose up together,
    their ebony feathers floating.
    Perfect engineering.

    The birds, oh my God, the birds.

    Your poetry has a way of making me feel like Im actually there.
    Great visual imagery.

    Btw- If it doesnt work out with her, I want you for myself ;):D
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