the cinderella road

we pick sunflowers on a summer glade—
chase the butterflies of frenzied colors.
the golden sun gutters a ray of life.
our songs on a sunday morning are delight.

life can be a pancake of honey and butter—
our mouths savor a sweet piece of cake.
we crave life’s piquant not the bland.
Our kitchen is a diverse mixture of butter and sugar.

this is the cinderella road—
we left a smidgen of hopeless home.
a pair of smiles at this vibe,
our spoons are filled with cinnamon grains.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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14 Responses to the cinderella road

  1. Eric Alagan says:

    “…the golden sun gutters a ray of life…”

    First time, I heard it described so. Very ceative, Chester. I’ll be back.
    All good wishes,

  2. RoSy says:

    A whimsy road… 🙂

  3. Leo says:

    One of my favorites to date.

  4. “…..pancake of honey and butter”….Yummy life. This poem made me hungry.

  5. 2Spools says:

    Very descriptive imagery, especially ‘our songs on a Sunday morning are delight’.

  6. Lovely collusion of ideas. May I reblog? (I’ll try and get it to the right site this time).

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