Writing True

Count Me Not

Are you superstitious?

I believe everyone is gifted with a simple yet handy thing called common sense.

Please use it to your greatest advantage.

Writing True

Too Perfect

As the symphony of gentle winds

conducts in every crispy morning of spring;

A bed of tulips and roses

in colors of rainbow,

is waltzing with me.

As the ballad of swell

plays in one tepid noon of summer,

a rush of ripples in calmest tides,

are smooching my toes and smothering my heels–

too teased–I’m blushing—I can’t deny!

The whispering lullabies of falling leaves

in all of falls

putting me to sleep

and watching me in peace

from dusk to dawn.

The medley of carols

playing merry and gay

while the fireplace’s flames

mesmerize, bringing nostalgia

in all of winter’s coldest nights .

And you, parked at the Aloha Tower,

Coming out from a white Range Rover,

Wearing denim jeans and blue aloha shirt,

smiling, holding a single pink rose

and a dark chocolate bar.

Such an epitome of a wish–

too perfect

for the quite

imperfect

me.

YouTube/Rosemary Clooney/I Wish You Love