Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

"an Evening In October"

I walk outside on this cool October morning...
My mouth is open to swallow this cool air so alluring...
The taste of fall fills my insides for a hunger not revealing...
A warm stew on the stove, the aroma kisses my kitchen ceiling...
The day mapped out leading to cuddling on the sofa to view a movie...
Feeding my love warm apples as her eyes are a mirror to my fantasy....
With my head on her chest as her fingers run through my hair...
Our world is a painting framed in roses and hung with such care...
A day we live over and over again, and we know its written in the stars 
to never ever end....

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Joy Wellington October 24, 2010 at 8:02 PM Michael, where have you been. Just have then pleasure to read you....can't believe I have over-looked you. good writes and thanks for passing my way and reading my writes. Joy (Jew)

James Fraser October 24, 2010 at 3:29 PM Sheer blissful moments, and extremely cozy Michael. And long they continue >> James

Carol Sunshine Brown October 24, 2010 at 2:57 PM May your week be one of good health, may your heart be full of love, and your life give you amazing inspiration for your writing. I enjoyed reading your exceptional poetry this beautiful Sunday afternoon and thank you for sharing it Michael. Love, Carol

Sidney Beck October 23, 2010 at 6:44 PM mmmmmmm.....delicious imagery....well done

Debbie Guzzi October 23, 2010 at 10:34 AM "The taste of fall fills my insides for a hunger not revealing...A warm stew on the stove, the aroma kisses my kitchen ceiling..." perfect images...dreamy! Thanks so much for all your kind comments. Add your wisdom to todays blog if you have time? Light & Love

Poet Destroyer A October 23, 2010 at 8:46 AM the image of the stew penetrating into the ceiling makes your hose into that loving slogan. "theres no cooking like home cooking!" Well done with an evening so sweet, you, nice to hear your wife knows hw to keep you on your toes.. enjoyed,..p.d.

Barbara Gorelick October 23, 2010 at 6:45 AM I like that line also...a happy scene..serene. BG