Your entrances are gaudy
and colourful
You dance outside my window
playing the fool
Gesturing
as touches are forbidden
Your sweet breath on my cheek
decreed a danger
April springs forth without warmth
but still I laugh
My beautiful fool
entrancing me
Untouchable
but so real
Ellecee
April springs forth without warmth
but still I laugh
My beautiful fool
entrancing me
Untouchable
but so real
Ellecee
Written for NaProWriMor 2020
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Ah,such lovely foolery!
ReplyDeleteApril arrives like the fool of the calendar.. Well done.
ReplyDeleteApril as a beautiful fool, I love it.
ReplyDelete"April springs forth without warmth but still I laugh," .. sigh how I relate!💘
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly how April feels this year, gaudy and colourful, teasing us from the other side of the window. Is she really a fool who knows that touches are forbidden, or is she just green and naive?
ReplyDeleteYes, the calendar fool arrives and I so want to smile...Love your poem
ReplyDeleteWe could all use such foolishness. A delight!
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