Poetry by Jeff Green


The finest form of life

by cricketjeff on July 22, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The thought that’s guaranteed to make me smile
A giggle that I hear inside my head
The tingle than can make me think of bed
A fashion that is never out of style
The form of life I wish I could beguile
A memory that keeps my passion fed
The inspiration for the books I’ve read
I hope to see them round for quite a while

Without a doubt the sweetest thing I know
and something that is always on my mind
I have a special one I cannot show
I wish that she was standing right behind
Remember if you see me with a glow
It’s there because I dream of womankind!

Author notes

The prompt: Woman

A Petrachan sonnet