We were never alike in many ways,
but we managed a semblance
of common ground
at least where it counts…
I like spinach and Ricotta cheese
with buttered garlic sprinkled on top.
While you have your pepperoni
steaming hot, straight from the box.
Will you meet me halfway
where the picnic tables
jostle the weeds in the backdrop
of a Tuscan sky?
You bring your bottle of wine
I will pack the the chequered blanket
and we can sling the sun underneath
our shoulders and brave the seven seas again.
I love this poem. The use of details work so well!
Will you meet me halfway
where the picnic tables
jostle the weeds in the backdrop
of a Tuscan sky?
Thank you!!!! You made my day, this was a poem written half asleep and totally grunted out!!!!
Love this pizza poem! Life is like a pizza. Love this! Well done.
Feel free to review my poems, too. Thanks!
Thank you!!! 🙂
Yes, I love the contrasts. Pizza as a metaphor for life!
Thank you!!!
How do I contact you? Would love to read your poetry too! Is there any link or something, call me inept but I can’t find you on this site!