Schoolboys' Dream
Scantily clad
Impossibly mad
She lit our conservative streets
Frowned upon
And disowned
She refused to accept defeat
Generously apportioned
Properly proportioned
She was bright, scrubbed clean
Laughing, talking
Smiling, walking
Made us wish we were eighteen
Un-initiated
In-activated
We salivated after her
Mid-summer
Kid’s slumber
She was in a different sphere
Dolan Fernandes
2008
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Beautiful..
beautifully wistful!
I like the meter in this one too.
Debs
Recollections
Thanks Debs,
We have memories of various stages of our life, some good some bad.
It's nice to recall the good ones, savor and smile.
Dolan
you have a way wih words ,my
you have a way wih words ,my fiend...great read.sorry it should read friend...sometimes typing can be quite a task
Thanks Mimi (typing errors acknowledged)
Thanks Mimi. I agree typing can result in typos. In some of these lie Freudian slips, that most often point to the truth.
Peace,
Dolan