When Monica saw me sleeping
One day at dawn upon the wet grass,
She asked me, “Isn’t that a peculiar place to sleep? ”
I raised my waking eyes to look at her,
Her body was supple and sexy,
But not the stunning body of fifteen years ago,
She had gained a slight belly,
Somehow making her even more alluring;
I said, “It’s not such a bad place to rest,
The sparrows serenade me with joyous songs.”
I wanted to make love to Monica,
But I fondly gazed at one of my little sparrows
And went back to sleep.
Uriah...painfully honest without whining. I liked the matter-of-fact tone.
I like this for the feel of sleeping in the grass.....I love that. I think this is still wonderful. I do like this ending better, although she could have joined you? ? Nice Uriah. Sincerely, mary
A very good poem, Uriah. It sets the stage for the lovely twist/hook at the end. You are far too young, to be thinking such thoughts, though. 10 from me. Hugh
Simply lovely, Uriah. I've been looking forward to reading something new from you, and as expected you did not disappoint. Shannon xoxo
You can't always win Uriah, but at least the ignition was still switched on. Love Errnestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you really don't know how amazing you are, do you? to anyone else, such a moment probably would of went unnoticed, but you've seen it for it is: a poem...well done.