You bounced your songs
off the moon last night.
I listened hard
for the notes that were mine.
Shootin' eight ball
with stars in the sky,
left planet pocket,
fire-rum with lime.
whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
The lake had footprints
scuffed on her skin,
chasing splash-laughs,
and Friday night sins.
I heard of secrets
strummed on moonbeam winds,
I listened and listened
with hope what I'd find.
whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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16 comments:
you have a nice singing voice Pat! :)
take care!
Oh, I love this pat!
I do love this poem!
There are some truely wonderful images here,Pat. The lake had footprints stanza had me sailing on a moonbeam! Cleaver and unusual organization too. Great stuff here!
Whoa. Oh. Oh.... so that's what I heard when the wind kicked up. Yow, Pat, this is really nice. You may just have to write some yourself, you know.
Listening to secrets strummed on moonbeam winds - great tune, Pat!
delightful!
i picked up the same line as steve
i'll hum it to the hills for you this morning
thanks for this
cheers
I tried singing... but failed as always...
whoa, lovely!
what it needs now is a band to rock the house. :)
oh, this needs to be recorded...but who shall be chosen to sing it?...hmmm
whoa, pat... enjoyed this one.
who's gonna sing it?
awesome
yeehaw!
This is great Pat.
How does the chourus go I wasn't quite sure but the kids are giving me funny looks so I'd better stop-Seriously I love the third stanza 'the lake had footprints scuffed on her skin' lovely immage
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