Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

"what Do Our Souper's See?"

It would be nice to see from every ones window...
The views you have from sunset to a morning glow...
How the seasons change from warm to cold...
The sunrays peaking over the trees to behold...
The snowflakes dancing on your porch perhaps...
Or the sound of rain in spring as you sneak a nap...
Maybe you live in building that touches the sky...
Or a flat field that grows blueberries for pie...
Could even be the sound of traffic with horns and people...
Even a small cottage with the view of a church and steeple...
Either way it would be nice to see where are friends on soup 
live and breathe....

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Celia Basma September 30, 2010 at 1:53 PM Hello Michael. very nice poem, indeed. Nice original way to welcome members on soup and encourage them to post their works. Thanks for your kind comment on my first entry~ Celia

Carol Sunshine Brown September 29, 2010 at 10:08 AM I am happy to be able to sit and read all the diverse poems here at PoetrySoup today. I am glad your poetry was among the ones I am reading today Michael. Love, Carol

Daver Austin September 29, 2010 at 6:13 AM No way, Michael! I would imagine most are - kind of like me - deep, deep subjects. However, I enjoy mucho communicating with everyone. Good write. Dave

Carrie Richards September 28, 2010 at 5:34 PM Yes indeed....I have thought that same thought so many times! I'm sure it would give us a glimpse as to why and where their poetry orginates! Well said!! ~ Carrie

Francine Roberts September 28, 2010 at 5:32 PM yes it would be nice to know, nice poem, much enjoyed

Doris Culverhouse September 28, 2010 at 5:16 PM yes would be... glad you can't see my messiness though.

Andrea Dietrich September 28, 2010 at 5:00 PM Yes, what a wonderful thought in this poem, Micahael. How sweet of you! Luv, Andrea

Carolyn Devonshire September 28, 2010 at 4:47 PM Oh yes, I'd love to know people's surroundings. So often their inspiration is derived from the views outside their own windows. Wouldn't it be nice to learn more about each member's home? It would certainly help us interpret their writing. Well said, my friend. Love, Carolyn

Joyce Johnson September 28, 2010 at 4:25 PM I'll have to try to post a picture of what I see next spring when the tulips and daffodils are in bloom. I rent my land out to bulb farmers. the mountains in the distance make a pretty frame for them. Thank you for your comments on my poem. Love, Joyce

Sara Kendrick September 28, 2010 at 3:31 PM Great write...We expose our locality through our telling of our surroundings and through our language..Enjoyed this one..It is different from any that I have seen dealing with this type of topic...I was blessed to have you stop by and comment on my latest work..Sara

Linda-Marie Sweetheart September 28, 2010 at 3:04 PM Living in all different parts of the globe we each see something different a different times of day.. a special piece White Knight has penned so brilliantly tonight.. enjoyed by the Jersey Girl..with luv..

Wilma Neels September 28, 2010 at 2:14 PM Michael interesting write on the various locations the soupers calls home. Made me smile ;) love Wilma

Debbie Guzzi September 28, 2010 at 12:11 PM yup, maybe we should start like an "upper track railway" so we can travel from coast to coast staying with friends from soup? In the summer time in the US there are special train and bus fares which are very low & let you go cross country, you pay by the number of zones you wish to travel through and for x amount of days. What cha think? You can stay over a night or 2 with me. Light & Love

Poet Destroyer A September 28, 2010 at 11:43 AM Yes indeed Michael, what do the soupers see? Our place and town is nothing like beauty. I do wish we had them flat fields that grow blue berries. Enjoyed your poem,..p.d.