the snow on her daffodils

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    • Just completed my new collection of poems, "Time Machine", a collections of Rock Ballads to set your own music to.

    the snow on her daffodils

    i ride on the subway of summer
    leaning on the jukebox of chance
    wishing for an eternal quarter
    to play that never ending dance

    i count the little pretty pastries
    from one to sixty-nine
    as the cat waits at the window
    meowing in double time

    sir, give me a european passport
    i'm sailing to the dardanelles
    but the one thing that i'll remember
    is the snow on her daffodils

    i feel like a phony prophet
    eating at my table of sin
    i saw her at the crosswalk boarding
    the streetcar of might have been

    there was a song that made me tearful
    they played it on the radio
    "there's a cloud of blues in my coffee
    since she decided to go"

    sir, give me a european passport
    i've got plenty of books to kill
    but there's that one thing i'll remember:
    the snow on her daffodils

    we can walk through the town of forgiveness
    or stay on the detour of pain
    following clowns and preachers
    who tie us in ribbons of rain

    there is a chalkboard of confession
    that i have been told about
    you write on it clear and wild
    without a rainbow of doubt

    sir, i need a european passport
    one made of shadows and pills
    but, there's one thing that i'll remember:
    the snow on her daffodils

    it's true, love never phones you
    but heartbreak calls all the time
    with poetry of naked thimbles
    and imported bottles of rhyme

    i've slipped into a robe of salad
    with dreams of tomatoes and bread
    i've packed up my windows of amnesia
    and everything that i've never said

    sir, draw me a european passport
    trace it on my curtains until
    i check my bags and remember
    the snow on her daffodils

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    Buffybytes commented on the snow on her daffodils

    05-02-2011

    This one is "special"! I have been a fan since I first entered this site...and now I am gone from the site, but had to revisit a few fav's! Love this one Dennis!!! Hope all is well...I am going to share this! ;) Best of everything!

    marxred

    05/02/2011

    thank you very much buffy! yes feel free to share it around....i need the support and exposure....lol. hope you are well too and writing away.

    ginga commented on the snow on her daffodils

    01-04-2010

    Marxred, This poem is of superb quality, crafted to describe, emote, converse, and to let this ticket seller know what's really on the poet's mind. Metaphorically I rate this the best poem that I have read on here in a very long time. It is being sent to my favorites. TY for an enjoyable read. ginga

    marxred

    01/07/2010

    ginga, Thank you very much for the beautiful and gracious comment. I am pleased that "the snow..." was good for you. Please share it with others. I am humbled by your response. Thank you very very much.

    SavVySam commented on the snow on her daffodils

    08-21-2009

    I was so caught up in the spell you wove I never paid attention to rhyme or meter. This is sheer magic! I agree with annasnotes completely-That stanza was perfection!

    marxred

    08/24/2009

    Wow! thank you very much for the feelings! yeah, i kind of like this one my self....it was very satisfying to write. i was listening to a lot of leonard cohen at the time (he is always inspiring)and while i was driving into town one night and the first couple of lines came to me (i love my muse, she can be both quite fickle and kissable...lol) but she gave me a wonderful gift that night. i am very happy that you enjoyed it! dennis

    HarverTomsson commented on the snow on her daffodils

    07-13-2009

    Whimsical, lyrical, mystical, and nostalgic. At times the meter shaffles over an extra step, but i was still with you at the end, satisfied,and smiling. No disrespect intended, but I keep hearing, "I've packed up all windowed amnesia of promises I never said." or "I've packed up my windowed amnesia, of things you remember I said." Dang, wish I'd written this one...

    marxred

    07/13/2009

    thank you HT. of all that i have writem this perhaps is my favorite....it could have had a hundred verses, over time and beers and wine...lol. many have enjoyed it....and quote lines of it back to me.....i always reply...."go ahead...twist it, shake it, add some more...but spread it around'....with loads of gratitude, dennis

    FoF commented on the snow on her daffodils

    04-07-2009

    Forgive me - "might have been" Love the images.

    marxred

    07/13/2009

    thank you....i missed that

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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