Sounds of suburbia
the crazy mad drone of a bee
the cutting of summer lawns
a woman's screams
of pleasure
wafting out of an open
window
as daises
& buttercups
lose their heads
your head
thrown back in an
agony of ecstasy
a smile
flitting across my lips
I like the lyrical beginning 'Sounds of suburbia / the crazy mad drone of a bee'...The word suburbia is quite interesting by itself; 'suburbia': wide open windows, drying fresh washed lingerie, woman's screams... a smile flitting across my lips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Suburbia is what you make of it, like most other things, and Donall you make even suburbia synonymous with heaven on earth!