Last night I fell asleep
turns out to be a shame.
I dreamed strictly of you
I whispered out your name.
As you were dreaming of Salad
mine was not nearly the same.
There was some French in it
I whispered out your name.
Oh, the confusion in my dreams
was quite leafy when you came.
Yearnings exploded to a dressing
I whispered out your name.
Last night I fell asleep
I whispered out your name.
Response to Siren's "Salad Dreams"
Del Cano 2005 March
I loved your poem and it had a great tittle i am onely in the 7th grade and i love to write poems i can set and write four hours and some day i hope i can write good poems like yours
ReplyDeleteI ordered up a salad, looking foward to the taste
ReplyDeleteof crisp fresh greens, tomatoes, and leaving naught to waste
but in the mix I saw in time one small green worm acrawlin'
hard to keep one's tastebuds primed when green worm comes a callin'
Sorry, Siren and Del Cano, just couldn't resist (ha ha).
I imagine the delight must be all Siren's . . . a wonderful write, Del Cano. Your collaborations are some of the finest.
Sincerely,
Naia
Creamy Spencerific...;)
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Chris