Wherefrom Did You Get Your Yellow Roses

Wherefrom did you get your yellow roses Ocean in eyes looking deeply for the shores Marks of punctuation the prose merrily loses In every pore the lyre plays love lore I will play with you With your red and blue Bringing out a hue From blend-the-moon milieu Thank you that you have granted me the licence To play with the calligraphy of your swimming stanzas We in tandem make them tango priceless Tooting the flute a looting extravaganza In our words Is swinging sword In metaphors we have stored Guitar galore Are the readers thinking what we do is all nonsense Let them read us while unconscious of their bread and butter Playing with the nightingales of lovely lyrical content Forming shapes of luscious poetry far above the daily gutter When the stars would dim We'll look at the dew Fading moon slim Purple poetry view August 21, 2019 Invitation to Play Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper