Poetry
By John Kaniecki
Poetry
Rumble, tumble, grumble
An awkward phrase on which I
stumble
A street light shining in day
Clang, clang, the trolley
comes our way
She has a yellow scarf shiny
as the sun
And in romantic verse, she’d
be the one
A savoir my soul to redeem
An angelic vision straight
from a dream
Unless I was Edgar Allen Poe
Or Henry David Thoreau
The lass could be dark and
grim
Or an elf of the forest
nimble and slim
So I ride the trolley to
where it would go
Slowly up the hill, slow,
slow, slow
She smiles grand with love so
real
Yet feelings are only what
you feel
A quiver, a jump, a tremor of
the heart
Poetry
Above all my friend is an art
poetic world of John Kaniecki
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