Best Artred Poems
He loves her. . .
her red bonnet
identical
matching strands
of hair. . .
He loves the
way she moves,
dancing. . .
his red whiskers tickle
her freckled face.
She watches him,
while he flirts
beneath his wide brim
hat. . .
She twists her
body to the left,
needing not his
tender touch.
He wraps his
arm's about her
waist. . .
while touching
bows, ribbons
and petticoat. . .
He kicks his
feet as pebbles
fly lifting sand
into the air.
She listens
to a crowd laugh -
reckless as they
clap, cheer, gulp
beer. Wondering
where she will be
in tomorrows midnight
air.
Nancy Duci Denofio - 1997
Written while observing
paintings at the Chicago Museum of Art
And, I am sure you can recall the piece of art?
How you blow in the wind
With out a care where you spin
In hope one day your Journey will end
Next to tree a small one maybe.
To show you were green now red
You fell of when summer came to an end and
Autumn set in it trap of winter's cold rain of snow and
Blizzards you will never forget.
Spring rolls by what a surprise to me Im back on a tree
Growing again alone with my friends Red yellow and Green