Saturday, December 10, 2016

Poetry Anyone? #2








 Throwback to the 70's when I thought I might become a poet. (It didn't happen)



Old Colonial

I have no
rhythm.
Reggae I
cannot.
I learned to dance
with 
Wordsworth and
some daffodils.

I have no
drums.
I have no
songs.
Once I
jingled bells 
as I dashed through snow 
Yodeled with cowboys.

Crooned myself
into love
with Bing,
Sinatra ...... 

What a foolishness?

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