Radio

my titles have been lacking lately

Her favorite music

Is the kind that

Hums to the beat of her heart

And makes her legs twitch with the

Will to

Move on—

The kind that makes her

Smile unknowingly

And lose herself in

Thoughts of

What

Where

And

Who

She’ll be this time next year.

Her favorite music is the

Songs she listens to over and

                                                Over,

Contagiously and

Helplessly.

 

She loves to

Lay out on her porch,

Feel the grain of the granite

Sticking to her bare legs

And the edges of the grass

Teasing her toes,

With her favorite music

Coming through the radio.

Reviews

[Kris Tate]

That is awesome, I know how that is I LOVE MUSIC, I love this poem

[None]

I'm that kind of "Radio" girl, too. I do like the title! You perfectly describe those who love the music and that would be me in this case! When most were watching TV, I was always singing and doing some kind of art work. I very much enjoy your lovely and sweet poem! I'm saving this to my favorites!

[An Ordinary Woman]

Your poem brought a much needed smile, very sweet and very full of imagery. I like it a lot. ... And of course, I'm listening to the radio ... smiles

[Dressed in Poetry]

That is my favorite kind of music as well. There was a line: "The kind that maker her" I think you meant "The kind that makes her". Anyway, I like it.