Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Johnny Wet Triumphant

Hi all,

Here is a freestyle poem I've written.

Johnny wet triumphant from the rain
Emerges in a puddle of blue
While silver lightning purrs
The door frame shakes where he stood
World of mud on his boots

Hot in the eyes
A pair of storm clouds
Unfurls against his brow
While raindrops trickle down

Amusing his love
She dries him with her eyes
Pile of wet clothes defeated
Beneath naked brown toes
Igniting the room in body heat
Silver clouds touching down


Jenners said...

I love your word choices in this poem and how it all works together with multiple meanings. Well done ... as usual!

septembermom said...

Dries him with her eyes - terrific image Great freestyle!

workerv said...

Hi Girl....A nice warm easy read:}