Tony M Walton

To Hell With Edgar Allen Poe, Sylvia Plath And Rothko! - Poem by Tony M Walton

Awaking from a delicious dream I turn in my bed
to face the sea window and peer through quiet eyes
towards a fresh orange sunrise that looks painted
in oils, as it emerges from the inky depths
into slivers of sirrus clouds spread against the clean
baby blues of a canvassed
Caribbean day and my dog and I bounce outside,
only to see a blooming green pair of parrots who have noisily
flirted in the animated foilage above for weeks.
Today they finally

kiss, rub heads, chatter and make plans to
Carpe Diem! - as they feast on
purple grapes.

like James Brown dancing
on my radio and me driving,
top down, even the stop signs with cheery red faces
seem to hold up a hand and say HEY! - and traffic lights playfully
wink at me along the way.

It is Friday and half day at work. The fire alarm abbreviates
this day perfectly, and soon the phone buzzes my thigh with
messages of, 'We R here! ' and 'Hurry up! ! ' - and I drive
along with the

sun kissing my left shoulder.The sea to my right sparkles
with diamond caps, and the waves
kiss and pull away in the covewith white water thrusts of eternal
Soon I pull under the cool green leaves of
almond tree shade and
enter the pub aside the sea and there is that
I spot
my table,
one potential lover, and
they smile and
wave me over to perfect pints of beer,
giant glasses of
red wine, and a jug of red sangria.I feel

settled.A coolant of content
flows through me.

I will just stay here.

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Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 30, 2017

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