This afternoon I would love to share with you all another poem I wrote, sitting against the rough wooden frame of a bunk bed, looking over to the endless Oregon coast. The sun was setting upon our vacation house as my mind swirled with images and words. As darkness came to my eyes rested on an ancient, yellowed picture frame possessing a beautiful, relaxing painting. At that one moment, I could envision myself jumping into the image, joining a time so different from our own, all to escape from reality momentarily. I do hope you enjoy this vision within my summer poem:
Yellowed Picture Frame
Swing to the beat
Classic sound to ears
Feet in sync
Watch in joy
As smiles light upon
The sweetest faces
Old and young alike
Step into the picture
One moment at a time
Join the world
Of jazz sounds and feet
Forget the worst, create new
Memories for years to come
Be swept away from joy
One movement at a time
Now let us return
To our world of reality
Outside the yellowed
Picture frame
Thanks Ashlee, I always look forward to reading your blog.
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Thank you, I am glad you enjoy reading it!
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