Saturday, November 5, 2011

Red Leaves


Red leaves, red leaves, all down the street
Red leaves don't mean very much to me
Unless those red leaves, red leaves, are under your feet
And you're walking on red leaves, walking next to me
Then I like 'em
Like 'em pretty good.

You left your funky brown jacket on the back of my chair
And I like it, like it, like seeing it there
Red leaves, red leaves, blowing crazy in the wind
I hope you come blowing back to fetch it again
Cos I like ya
Like ya pretty good.

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for dverse poetics...color.

19 comments:

Mama Zen said...

I like this pretty good!

chromapoesy.com said...

Context makes such a difference! Thanks for the lovely poem and tune.

hedgewitch said...

This reads like a song. And it's red beyond beleaf. *dodges* okay--I like the mirror verses, with their lovesong lilt and reverb repetition. I like the lady's voice as well.

Brian Miller said...

def think coalblack had a hand in this...def lyrical...playful and nice imagery...

Lolamouse said...

And I like this poem pretty good too!

Sioux said...

The rhythm, the bit of whimsy...delightful.

zongrik said...

i can feel the pace of the feet walking through those red leaves

Heaven said...

Sounds like you are singing red leaves.. red leaves...Love this ~di

Dave King said...

I'm with Hedgewitch. I thought this a song.

Marion said...

Your words are MY red leaves holding me to this earth. Lovely, awesome poem! xo

"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." Lord Byron

Laurie Kolp said...

Love the chant, song-like appeal, vivid images!

Kerry O'Connor said...

These words beg to be sung.

PattiKen said...

I agree, there's a song being born here. Nice.

Zoe said...

This, though seemingly simple, has a very catchy lyric quality that communicates so much deeper than the mere words. The colour play is great too.

Maria said...

I want to hear this one to music...

me said...

Ha ha. :) This is cute.

I like the funky brown jacket on the chair.

Christine said...

I can hear it to music, love the repetition, so perfect, perfect

Victoria Ceretto-Slotto said...

Others have said what I was going to say...you should submit this to a song-writing site. If you don't already get Writer's Digest or Poets and Writers, grab a copy. They have calls for submission. I like the way you used the color prompt. Victoria

myheartslovesongs said...

an acoustic guitar the only accompaniment... you and Coal harmonizing... i'll pay up to $100 bucks for a concert ticket. ♥