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Something Sweet

He said "Tell me something beautiful", He said "Tell me something sweet", "Talk about the lilacs and the lilies down beside the water's creek" But I don't talk about the golden morning's, The honey dew upon each flower; I don't talk about the daffodils, the rosie red's or the melting sky by evening's hour I don't mention all the things I've seen; Alaska's raging open sea- The endless evanescent waves sprinkling droplets over me I don't describe with whis'pry speaking how lovely are the trees; The sounds of crunching browning leaves and the finches singing keys I don't talk about the cello's drone, And each perfect note upon the sheet- I say, "You are my something beautiful. You are my something sweet."

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James Peranteau

Date: 6/2/2021 9:14:00 PM

This is a wonderful drawn out write dear poet, indulging me a few steps further than I’d like, but, u r sumpthing beautiful, yep, sumpthing thweet! And I’m keeping all uv the flowers! Much love, james

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/4/2019 11:57:00 PM

The fact that you do not talk about "But I don't talk about the golden morning's, The honey dew upon each flower; I don't talk about the daffodils, the rosie red's or the melting sky by evening's hour" but write about it made me smile.