Sunday, September 25, 2011

Amuse (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I've written the following poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is amuse.

It doesn’t lie in your belly
Or cease on your lips
But it grows with a generous laugh
And leans against me with a playful kiss
It rises up like waves in morning
As it shimmers in sun rays
And glistens like dew in summer grass
You’ve built a house of mirth
A place of memory, light, and laughs

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mareymercy said...

I love those last two lines, how you wait to let us know you're speaking to someone.

Jim said...

Hi W.G. ~~ I think you've alluded to the characters who live in the house of mirth but I am not doing so well in placing them. Could be just one, an offspring. Except for the two lines next to the last two?

C Will said...

Hey WG,
This is just beautiful I really have enjoyed the imagery of this piece!! have a wonderful week!!:0

SandyCarlson said...

Lovely, lovely, lovely!

WyomingDiva said...

The poem just built into a hug around me - lovely!

patti said...

The last lines are wonderful- what a great place to be!

The Cello Strings said...

you have given it life here.
love the texture and rhythms in it.

Harshad mehta said...

So lively!

Lisa at Greenbow said...

I want to be in that happy place.

septembermom said...

Much joy here! Great :)