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Friday, January 22, 2010

Friday Poetry Blogging


PLEASURE by Diane Lockward

No golden fleece, apple, parachute, or purse,
but that sexy red dress you couldn't afford now on sale,
Cape Cod light captured on the artist's easel,
a bowl of mushroom barley soup to slurp,
and under the sofa the pearl
you thought you'd lost, a rule
broken without penalty, no need to reap
the wild oats you sowed. Each night you ease
into dreams, and while you sleep,
the skin cream you bought really does erase
lines and wrinkles. Outside, goldfinches bright as lemon peels.

Photo by the author. If you copy, please link back.

3 comments:

Emme Toaye said...

Now that's a nice way to spend your time from dusk to dawn. Very inspiring, now I'm off to find those pretty little yellow birdies.

Hecate said...

Emme

Glad you liked it; sometimes, pleasure is enough.

Anonymous said...

What is that wonderful plant? It looks like a pitcher plant made of lace.