In Paradise
Near frangipani flowers that infuse
the air with fragrance, a pellucid stream
flows gently past us. Here we both will lose
timidity in an exquisite dream.
Vermilion ripples in the twilight sky
as drifting clouds form a menagerie
of winged-like shapes that we identify
as mockingbirds, and then he says to me -
“This – my own ancestral home – will bring us bliss.”
He seals his promise with a luscious kiss!
Jan. 10, 2018
for Brian Strand's 'ALL YOURS (Mar 8)' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment