High on
Hope
Red lipstick kisses
Four babies’ cheeks
As they sleep
Dreaming 'bout stories
Mama has told
Drinks sliding cross the bar
Wondering
When is her next day off?
The tips filling the jar
Maybe a picnic at the park
Hoping it won’t rain
Red lipstick kisses
Protecting her babies
From the dark
C.M. Jackson 2011
It is Friday and if you can say it in 55 words, go tell it to the man--that's the g-man! Happy weekend all!!
6 comments:
That is a very sweet 55.
nice... those last lines spin this in a different direction...saturday afternoon...my next time off...and so looking forward to it...you packed a lot in here and i like the alliteration to open...
Your ears must have been burning, I was just today wondering where you have been.
And then....Ta Da!!
An awesome 55 from you!
Thanks for playing CM, don't be such a stranger, and have a Kick Ass Week-End....G
Nice to see you playing FF 55, your poem is exceptional - multi-level mind experience.
joanny
This is so beautiful, and so sad! Wow!!
Your poem is so intense...succinct and amazing.
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