| Open Poetry #49 |
|
Poets' Koffee Klatch |
|
|
Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana
|
cups brimming with dust muttering faces of age over dry chapped lips She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
||
| © Copyright 2015 Danny - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Oh hell . . . I resemble that remark. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
||
|
Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
Kind of autobiographical, so I guess that makes two of us around the checker barrel JerryPat. *cough*...your move She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
||
|
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Guess I'm the one refillin' yer cups fellas. I'm the frumpy one in the apron with the coffee pot that's pushin' 60. ![]() |
||
|
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Hush! you all are youngins--Im 71, and still drilling holes in ice. But my lips do get chapped sometimes. Good stuff Tickle-enjoyed the little poem, and the replies. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
||
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||