Poetry should go for a walk at night Through the park lay in the due sprinkled grass and gaze up at the sky lit by stars and a Hunter's Moon With you
Poetry should put on a crimson red dress With blackened leather boots And sing for all of the ladies and gentlemen Who drove for miles just too hear her voice
Poetry should put on her blue and white polka dotted galoshes Dance in the rain and jump in puddles with the kids and let the rain drizzle upon her head With not a care if she gets wet
Poetry should sit down and curl up by the fire sip some hot chamomile tea And read a captivating book that Richard Tyler would befriend Until she drifts into sleep
Poetry should paint you a picture of love One that starts with a smile, blue sky's, the brine flavored ocean And ends with your lips running across my chest while my hands caress the nape of your neck and yours entwine with the tangles of my hair
Poetry should make the colors of the leaves turn as clouds creep into the sky leaving a blanket of crystals on the ground Poetry should thaw out your forgotten memories that froze like the once trickling creek so you can know that every second is worth while
Re-vised from a poem I wrote 6 years ago which was inspired by a poem that starts out with "poetry should"..... these are my poetry's should.
Also much love if you know who Richard Tyler is and no, not the fashion designer.