The chameleon
leaned on the lamp post
His designer face
smooth as sherbet ice cream
aimed at me long-lashed eyes;
expectant.
I could not help nature's response
and stared longer than permitted
etiquette.
The reptile gaze
reminded me of a maze;
a fisherman's bait,
I did not take the nip
poisoned.
Thank you Birgitta, for your comment on my poem: Soul's Whispering, glad it soothed your spirit. I enjoyed this poem of yours, it is good that you did not take the bait, you are stronger than the chameleon. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Birgitta for sharing your views on my poem Songs of Rain.. here you have painted a beautiful imagery...a nice poetic feelings...........