Share

Sunday, July 05, 2009

On Pike's






Salty air, salty breeze,
musician come, sway me please,
flying birds, flying fish,
watering mouth, exotic dish.

Farmer's fruit, freshly wet,
charming faces, happily met,
artiste's child, to parent's help,
lost in colors, is myself.

Obscure wares, colorful all,
changing though, as the fall -
musicians mind, travelers heart,
of a kaleidoscope, is a part.

10 comments:

Preethi said...

one of my faves.

Anonymous said...

you would like poetry mondays

http://lifeandtimesofthestrange.blogspot.com/

Eye of the Storm said...

Cute. :)

Windstorm said...

just lovely.
exotic and sweetly familiar, wistfully contented.
*claps*

(The unfathomably talented, irresistbly gorgeous, incomparably clever) Ragini said...

It's too long.

suruchi said...

nice!

Rag said...

irresistibly*

Le Baron De Coeurs said...

nice

Anonymous said...

bow bow! forgot the dogs and the rainbow!

Anonymous said...
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.