Wonderland

Smelling waves of roses and rain.....

He did his best to teach her to dance
In gaudy, garish, naked light
A trip to Wonderland with him;
His fingers, face.
Such things as tenderness caressing pouting lips
Plump and pink-

                Roses.

                You beg me to call them pretty for you.
                As the shores of dreams usher them into my arms

Hands given to hope, to love in the guise of youth
To Wonderland, to home, to heart's true home
Teaching me to dance
In naked light; on hideous roses

Author's Note

Thanks.

Reviews

[Walter Scott Morrison]

I definitely like the contrast in the poem. I adore the free flow style. I'm beginning to be burned out on traditional styles. Great work

[Ed Hart]

yes, roses are very nice, on the bush

[Rossen]

n naked light; on hideous roses, beautiful poetry...

[Crowley]

Awwww man......yep. I am extremely proud of you. This voice you have is still new and still kills.....just think what it will be like a year from now, ten years form now. I can't begin to imagine. Keep on writing these.....

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the gentle and slow pace of this poem. Create a vision of two people together. The story was interesting. Using learning to dance and a roses. I like the complete poem. A very good ending to a excellent poem. I like poetry that make me think.
Coyote