pink saturday


beverly’s pink saturday
photo: Petals fall from her glance, ~ geisha ~, flickr

waiting was always a weak point
impatience poured out
in a rainbow array of flowing water
tiny bubbles communally commuting

listening was a distraction
the songs served in continuous rhythm
dripping water from a spout
left unrestrained

expectations began to brew
a remembrance eerily recalled
fluttering flowers cascading
unannounced deluge

sniffing the quiet, nose lifted
a sweet scent arose
pink pretty rose petals

reckoning suspended
considering, fated to stay
slowly sipping a beer

soon the snow began to fall
lightly constrained
the open window told tales
reflecting a white misty veil

watching, as a witness
merry laughter smiled
moving snow drifts
discounting the current country song
something about cadillacs and hillbilly music

pink saturday

pink perfect

pink is my pretty
inside deep vibrant innate
a lovely whisper

my glasses are pink
shades of manifested bliss
symptoms of shining

beautiful roses
hedge the white lily garden
castle’s candlelight

12 pair of pink shoes
delight my secret senses
pink sheets touch caress

every moment filled
pink stars parade above
my pink Cadillac
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pink saturday is a wonderful discovery of pink on Saturdays.
photo: Dreamy Pink Balloons, Pink Sherbet Photography, flickr