Tuesday, February 14, 2006


You feel a gentle flitter
like the twitter of a thrush
that crazy little critter
duly flushed by rosy blush—
you stutter and you stammer
quite confused by all the clamor.

When floundered in the flora
take the time to mark your trail
as the offspring of Pandora
do their best to turn your tail;
with scarlet lips they have a knack
for getting one to double back.


Brother Ollie said...

nice - the topic so well explored...all those shades of red

Ella said...

I enjoyed this and I love the way you summed it up!

Mystic_Mom said...

Very nicely done!

Other Mary said...

I like this! Maybe you need to change your blog name to above average poet!

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...


rch said...

Hi all, my cheeks are getting, dare I say, a bit red :-). Thanks for commenting on this old one that has sat getting moldy for 5 years.