Swinging

If I remember anything about tonight, 

I hope it's the way that I felt like Lux lisbon
when I swung too high,

because the sunlight fell

down through the 

leaves and grazed my eyes

and that's what

Jeffrey would have wanted, 

even though i'm not often blonde,

and my bed never had a 

canopy to hang my 

rebellion on,

and we don't ever get fish flies

where I come from,

and I've got the correct amount of 

teeth in my mouth.

And how strange it had seemed to me

that I should feel like her,

when it was

Bonnie who swung from

the rope,

and it's

Therese whose name I

almost

share.

Reviews

[Franky]

Sweetfully wistful. .....

[Inject Positivity]

Very unique concept with a self-acceptance message in it... The poem invoke a lovely message... Flowing with vivid thoughts... I loved the way you have thought out the poem...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Adam Adams]

Very fascinating poetry you nailed up! Well, brunettes're too way gorgeous as... blondes' are so no worries, if you ain't blonde, you've still got your own glory to kiss the "nights". You capture the feelings of your naive heart in words very nicely & allow others to get "swung" with your creations.. as well. Nice work!