It's late at night and all of us are seated round a fire
I'm wearing just my jeans and nothing more
I'm smiling at the notebook where I'll write of my desire
An empty page that's waiting for my score
A lady that I love a lot has jeans that nearly fit
And fills them in a way that makes me smile
The bacon that we're frying has a tendency to spit
And this page looks so enticing all the while
But that was all some time ago, I'm feeling loved and kissed
Her jeans are even tighter now we've fed
We're cuddling by the fireside, there's one thing that is now missed
The page is full of verses from my head
Author notes
Poem is for a "favourite things PIF"
a blank page
an open fire
blue jeans
In a list
A contest entry
- Favorite Things PIF by pania.
1000 points, ended July 21, 13 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice write. Loved the rhyme and rhythm, and the story you've told. I feel the same way about a blank piece of paper. It's hard to explain to people who don't write that I like notebooks lol.
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Thank you for this entry in the contest. You have used a good rhyme scheme and a rolling rhythm that carries me effortlessly through the story.
I love 'jeans that nearly fit', great image, and the way the blank page has been filled by life, as the poet's attention is claimed by fire, food and - warm woman!
The poem is as relaxed as a pair of jeans, and intimately human and true. Very well done. -
Now for one thing, you can't be by a fireside in just jeans if you're in England, it never gets that warm!!! But the poem is just lovely besides the longing for a warm climate
Love, C
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