Carefully coiffuring the etiquette garden of the cascading words
Trimming the elegant exuberant plethora of stumbling somnolent leaves
Happened upon an opulent slithering serpent and some bees
Hiding within the myriad of sublime transcendent trees
Shrieking in a shrill voice a cacophony was heard
And the shunned godly creature
Slithered serenely from the place of my obstreperous yells
And the words fell back into a peaceful tranquility and tune
Excusing the moments as serendipitous and absurd
But was harangue for no reason except tales of Slew (Foot)
And went about my business without any further adieu
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@Bonnie Gay Jennings, or Bonnie Jennings or Boondoggling with Bojenn @Wordpress 2013 to present 2016 ~
Categories:
boondoggling, life,
Form: Free verse
In the deleated picture is standing in an overgrown abandoned playground a rusted swing set once occupied 15 years ago
Once there was a children’s park
Oh, so many years have past
Glancing upon the rusted swing
Surreal thoughts arose of distant voices
Ghostly girls giggling and hyper boys
I cherished the old distant memories
Of we who played during afternoons
I thought of Johnny, David, Melissa
And Halloween and Easter frolicking too
The picnics our mothers prepared us
On summers and cool fall afternoons
Daddy played ball with John’s friends
There was so much laughter shared
Good thoughts permitted my sacred past
Thoughts of mom and dad’s life
And all of our little voices
Remind me of the precious hours
Spent together playing and often sharing
Time, that was fresh and youthful
Now gone in amber overgrown brush
Gone in brambles of lost memories
Where children came to playfully swing
Here on this swing in shambles
@Bonnie Gay Jennings, or Bonnie Jennings or Boondoggling with Bojenn @Wordpress 2013 to present 2016 ~
Categories:
boondoggling, age, childhood, family, lonely,
Form: Free verse