a bit nostalgic
at lunchtime
on a Monday
in a paddock
listening
to strains
of the past
burst sunshine
not too hot
cool breeze
buzz of bees
in the daisies
big skies
cotton wool clouds
at a touch
to the horizon
acres and acres
of space
I could strip off
and dance a flamenco
here without prying eyes
and would
except for the ticks
the cows love this
eyes softening
to the groove
of the Isley Bros
not so keen on
flamenco
probably racist:)
Cows can be like that..tricksy buggers..but on the other hand great dancing companions..hope you danced your dance in that field..you certainly played and danced with your words..hello world..hello daisies..hug..Jae
ReplyDeletefield? paddock luv!Cows are nice companions and they really respond to music. I don't eat them anymore.
ReplyDeleteI must try..I heard they taste nice if you give them Guinness..i think cut out the middle cow however..and just drink the Guinness in the paddock..whilst listening to music with them..j :) (ps thank you for my poem/comment)
ReplyDeleteWhat a kick in the pants this poem is! I felt the perfect outdoor ambiance and loved the notion of naked dancing. We do that around here, sometimes. Of course, I have about 650 preserve acres behind my property, so no prying eyes are nearby! ;-)
ReplyDeleteyour words are good
ReplyDeletei feel the past
music often turns
our head
good job, i liked your poem.
ah a good dance in the freedom of the field, i would say damn the onlooking cows...and who cares how well you dance....
ReplyDeleteBrian...the cows don't that's for sure!
ReplyDeleteThe flamenco idea inflames me.
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