branches passing

there comes a time
when yesteryear’s tree branch shadows
gleefully
rub a vanilla
pop-up sun
into the picture
never erase the wicker chairs
the beach, the sea
or the lake
never discard
miniature umbrellas

by mary ann blinkhorn

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15 thoughts on “branches passing

  1. sedge808 says:

    ‘rub a vanilla’

    🙂

  2. Interesting indeed, the like button isn’t loading so consider this a like as well.
    Laurie.

    • mypenandme says:

      My reader isn’t loading blogs I follow, 70% of the time. I wrote to WordPress. They sent me a list of things to try. I paid my techie to go through the list and make sure I had everything. He did and it didn’t help. That’s my story.

  3. Clever use of verbal relationships in a theme to create something witty and unique.

  4. alvason says:

    Aaahh! Mix me a daiquiri please.

  5. Raani York says:

    This is a very special poem. Very sensitif too!!

  6. Some uniquely strange associations create an feelings of wonderment.

  7. Maria M says:

    Highly visual and clever, I love it.

  8. an excellent colour-charcoal sketch

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