02-19-2015, 12:54 PM
Edit (Thanks for all replies. Still in progress)
I need not search for the girls of summer,
need not write a poem for them against
a bright August moon, rustles of dark
turning maple leaves and pitched voices,
laughters tussling with pipe organ notes
from the county fair across the grassy field:
the Ferris wheel bulbs burning deep blue
deeper red, yellow, orange smooth,
pony tail tumbling, naive skin,
smoother hands, fumbling footsteps
tip toeing, all their lovely hair bathing
in midnight orange, cotton candy blue,
ice red and black berry snow cones
I need not search for the girls of summer,
need not write a poem for they are all tongue,
grape licorice, leaning against the boys,
whispering into their young, seashell ears,
"Let’s look at stars until we both go blind"
I need not search for the girls of summer,
need not write a poem for them against
a bright August moon, rustles of dark
turning maple leaves and pitched voices,
laughters tussling with pipe organ notes
from the county fair across the grassy field:
the Ferris wheel bulbs burning deep blue
deeper red, yellow, orange smooth,
pony tail tumbling, naive skin,
smoother hands, fumbling footsteps
tip toeing, all their lovely hair bathing
in midnight orange, cotton candy blue,
ice red and black berry snow cones
I need not search for the girls of summer,
need not write a poem for they are all tongue,
grape licorice, leaning against the boys,
whispering into their young, seashell ears,
"Let’s look at stars until we both go blind"