Pretty Flamingo
By Silver Spun Sand
Tue, 21 Jun 2011
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‘Crimson dress
that clings so tight.
She’s out of reach
and out of sight...’
She glides past me
parting the air
with a rustle of silk;
her perfume, drifts
on the wind – potent
long after she is gone...
That old song springs
to mind...
I was young...
then; about her age.
Time goes so fast –
literally flies...like
the tips of her feathers
that just brushed
my face.
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I have a thing for crimson
I have a thing for crimson dresses.
Not that I wear them of course.
"...her perfume, drifts on the wind – potent
long after she is gone..."
A loving and touching memory.
ScoZen
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Hello Tina, Oh! happy
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hello Tina,
Oh! happy memories that song brings to mind, I was
madly in love with Paul Jones from Mannfred Mann,
I had pictures of him all over my bedroom wall.
Later when my son was born, I called him Paul Jones,
after my hero, still listen to him on the radio,
playing blues music, which I love.
Thankyou for reminding me of that special song.
Your poem has such air of delicateness about it.
Simply beautiful.
Jenny.
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Hi Tina, just thought I
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina,
just thought I would come back to say, I cannot get
that song out of my mind. I shall probably be
singing it till I go to bed.
But it's a great song to get stuck in my head, so
I don't mind at all.
Jenny.
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I remember that song too. I
I remember that song too. I loved Manfred Mann but can't remember Paul Jones !! Lovely poem
;)Pia
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