Thursday, January 24, 2008

Bare Limbs

The trees outside are bare,
with limbs swirling around their trunks.
I’m not a fan of Winter, but
nakedness I advocate all the time.
There’s been many a pole
I’ve watched bare limbs twirl around;
doling out green leaf after green leaf,
making sure the covering wouldn't return.

16 comments:

jel said...

fan the flames on that one!! ;)

Don Iannone said...

So, stand boldly neckid in the warm Atlanta sun. Good write, Pat.

Katie McKenna said...

laughing at the pole dance... :)
Thanks Pat!

floots said...

nice one pat
i'm still smiling :)

gautami tripathy said...

Pat, I loved this, nakedness and all.

:D

Margie said...

Great poem, Pat!
I really enjoyed it!

Margie

polona said...

wow, good to see you back in form :)
great stuff!

sage said...

It's not called Hot Atlanta for nothing... nice one, thanks for the laugh

Pris said...

Whew , Pat. You can heat up a room with your poems, you raunchy man. I like this!

boulies said...

Well Pat, you've obviously heated up your cold winters day! After reading this, it's getting a little hot around here too. I don't know whether to thank you or punish you. Perhaps you'd prefer the punishiment in the mood you're in :)

As floots says, thanks for making me smile too.

Queen Neetee said...

This is really an incredible poem!

What writing pat!

I love your wry humor.

It's great!

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dsnake1 said...

:D

love this!

Bill said...

Clever, Pat.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

"nakedness I advocate all the time"
Only you would say that. :)

Pearl said...

heh, now there's a direction I didn't expect.