My Simple Pleasures

My Simple Pleasures With a sweeping of colors, l can imagine places in my mind And display a world of imagination Converted to canvas With my hand like a wave brushing fantasy into reality. And as I turn the pages of another author's soul I can interchange my world with wonderment Of someone else’s hand creating art with words. And I am lost once again Listening to the sweet sounds of melody Waving through the air Competing with the finches and the mockingjay Replicating the notes and connecting the lines Of times gone by. And I am lost in the sweet sensation of Two best friends, Ben and Jerry Who entertain my pallette with a Fudgy, salty, sweet and creamy delight That can only be attacked by a spoon Hopefully in more than one sitting Unless it has been a bad day Or it’s raining outside Or it’s just Tuesday. And when it's Saturday I love to stretch out and sit With my sweet Chubby Hubby Handing over the remote to his control And watch an hour or two of someone else’s Fictional life unfolding before me While the room fills with the lingering aroma Of the tiny kernels in my bowl That have burst into this addiction Hot and buttery And better when shared with my best friend.