A Bit of Sunday Morning Nonsense
Minus your face, dear, you bring me to tears.
A spot of confetti seems to last years.
The grit in the ashes soon turns to brass;
Shelves in my memory shatter like glass.
Come here, my darling, and bring me more wine;
Bear with my foolishness, make my face shine!
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on October 20, 2019, in light verse, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged ashes, bear, brass, bring, come, confetti, face, grit, minus, shelves, spot, tears. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
Thank you for putting a smile on my face. And yes, confetti can last forever! 😀
I hope your face shone like the moon and stars
LOL — that wine will do it every time!! Cheers to you!!
This is exactly how it feels at the dinner after a funeral… after the ashes come the memories and the joy, as well as the wine. We had such a wonderful feast last weekend after my mother…
Wine is always a good thing. Smiles.
Bring me more wine so I can enjoy the moment!
Drunk or drunk with happiness? Fun and funny!
You had me at “Shelves in my memory shatter like glass.”
“The grit in the ashes soon turns to brass” – what a really great line. I love this little poem. 🧡
Go, Teacha, Go! You rockit.
What a fun read. Love it!
This was a delight to read! Love it!
You are a great entertainerr MMT so don’t ease up on the wine.
Oh, there’s a serious message underneath the nonsense, I think! I very much enjoyed reading this.
More wine. You won me with more wine.