The sun races through her hair
like fire-angels playing tag.
The sparkle in her eyes is probably fool’s gold
but, I’m addicted to the glitter of that dream.
I definitely know better having sluiced
many streams and creeks the same.
All I need is one, and maybe this one's mine.
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17 comments:
nicely put
really like this pat
for the analogy and the humour
keep panning
"yukon" do it
(sorry - best i could think of) :)
cheers
You always have such a unique way of getting your point across- good stuff Pat!
Yowser! You're striking gold, my friend.
Hi Pat
It's been so long since I've paid you a visit!
So nice to be here again!!!!
Happy New Year!
Great poem...as always!
Margie:)
"I'm addicted to the glitter of that dream" Magical writing, Pat. Your words are golden!
One of your best, Pat. I love this one!
(and on your other note, our sailboat had that draft but little windage compared to a houseboat. I can't even imagine trying to dock one in heavy winds)
a true nugget in my miserable opinion!
lovely.. you had me smiling.. so ever hopeful - like me! Thank you!
"The sparkle in her eyes is probably fool’s gold
but, I’m addicted to the glitter of that dream."
Man, I love this line!!
a gem. :)
I like the use of the mining metaphors. Have you been spending time up around Dahlonega?
It is GOLD!
Have you registered that claim?
Wow you really had to be careful with that metaphore, I've been laughing for five minutes on all the ways it could go wrong! Great control!
And how does sage know about Dahlonega (my home town) if he lives in the midwest?
Hi Pat
Just came by to see if you had a new poem up!
Hope you come back soon!
I'm sure everyone is missing all your great poems!
I am!
Take care!
Margie
nicely nicely put.
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