Sale! Sale!
It comes in many many colours
various shapes, various sizes
and I'm sure you'll find a kind
that'll make you smile
just as the white and blue
of a sea
kisses the brown
of a promising shore
and you put
a pretty sea shell
to your ear
and hear
an Octopus sing
oh yes, an octopus sing
my fingers sink
into the depths
of my pockets
and lay on the table
one by one
for your eyes
to see
pieces
I've spent my life picking
and now
here they are.
My dreams.
For sale.
posted by Prat @ 10:43 AM
11 comments
11 Comments:
like picking apples from the orchard grounds, this poem is sweet and gorgeous.
"Pieces i've spent my life picking " well,all i know is it hurt to put them there for sale.
Yet another wonderful post filled with beautiful lines or say emotions:)
I was thinking of clothes as so many sales were happening around the city :-)
"I've spent my life picking
and now
here they are.
My dreams.
For sale."
wonderful poem!
...really liked it...really liked the idea of it.
...very well written.
thats a lovely poem...quite profound :)
first time here wil com bak for more :)
ahh, this makes me feel like a four-year old again, hopping from smile to beaming smile, from grin to unadulterated grin. ^_^
Quite unusual....i like the last bit.
naice poem, very naice :)
Coolcat
Very nice use of the situation to create a more deeper profound story!
lovely prat.. and you said you did not write poetry... silly woman!
I've spent my life picking
and now
here they are.
My dreams.
For sale.
but that last bit made me oh so sad....
Trans, Neels, Arunima, Gulnaz, Devil, Soulless, Ideasmith, Coolcat, A, & Jessica, thank you so much for your kind words and flattering me with your time.
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