For Kate.

A poem for a friend to cheer her up.

She; the gradual consumption of female pride,
delivers new levels of creativity in fearless strides.
denying her would be quite tragic; for the words..
she weaves are filled with benevolent magic.
Beauty in the form of indulgent deduction,
arranges on her features like an orchestrated production.
Smooth. Flawless. Breathtaking.
She; The very masterpiece of our fantasy's creation.

Reviews

[PaperHearts]

Amazing! Very nice choice of words. Your poem had an effortless kind of rhythmic flow to it, which I really liked. I loved the first two lines, in particular the second line.
Such a heartfelt, evocative piece of writing. Nice work,
~PaperHearts