Tuesday, December 05, 2006

In the Swing
By Don Iannone

Gentle star-kissed night.
Lulling summer breeze.
Faint lilac scents drifting...
across the yard.
Rocking...
back and forth
in the front porch swing of life.
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13 comments:

Borut said...

Love it!

5:48 AM
jel said...

what borut said!


I'm ready for the summer breeze! ;)

7:02 AM
Pat Paulk said...

I can see life in a front porch swing!! Damn good poem Don!!

7:56 AM
Kathleen said...

Lovely Don...

"...faint lilac scents drifting..."

ahhhh....

9:30 AM
Stacey said...

Loved the ending. Nice.

9:52 AM
Anonymous said...

Ahhhh....

9:57 AM
Margie said...

Very lovely Don!

Margie

10:15 AM
polona said...

beautiful!

12:57 PM
iamnasra said...

I have been complaining about being hot we had rain before yesterday..was good ..Thank God we had bits of rain ...A bit of cold air

You poem is magical loved totatly

1:28 PM
Anonymous said...

I can feel the swing swaying gently in the breeze, carrying me along in deep reverie. Thanks, as always. ...Z

3:27 PM
Anonymous said...

mmmm lilac scents. feeling relaxed. love the poem!

4:07 PM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Thanks all for your wonderful comments. They are very much appreciated...

7:18 AM
iamnasra said...

I was here reading your poem on the swing and I was amazed by it and then as I opened the comments box I realized I already read it but still I was more touched by it

5:22 PM

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