Writing with Stones

by Maple Tree   Sep 26, 2016


I like to write, while my cigarette burns-

nobody is around,
Stones play in my ears.

I pucker my lips- slow
while tobacco travels
around my lungs like
a Volkswagen beetle
on a road to nowhere.

head bobs to the beat
of a 1960's drum set
and in that moment-

I'm dancing with Jagger,
he calls me Angie....

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Nice job Andrea.
    Not to keen on the stones though lol
    Em

    • 7 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Ha!!!

      I love those old men...their music got me through a ton of dark days, and Mick Jagger had a cute butt, he still does! Gigggggles

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I love that song, that group, that voice.

    I also love this poem. Night time musings from a mind lost in the trance of music. Music of the past, merging with vivid imagery. Voltswagen Beatle , The Rolling Stones and the link: a smoky nostalgia fueled song...

    Nice work.

    Take care,

    Michael x

    • 7 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      *puffs on Ciggy* thank you Michael, its a Rolling Stones night :-) LOVE THEM!

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