Miss MarieA Poem by Ivy
She walked with the world in her footsteps and sang anthems in the
shower. There was always a red scarf on her dresser for when the dragons scorched her throat, even when she didn't always have a coat on her back. That girl had love chartering ships like the titanic from every corner of the earth, but she preferred life in a more pixelized form. This space was her space, not that she noticed. Naked in winter snow, she clawed at the stars because if she could see something above her, it meant she still had blood to paint with and something to lose. Late at night the wind reminds me that she's gone. It is at those moments that I want to paint with her. © 2011 Ivy |
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Added on June 8, 2011 Last Updated on June 8, 2011 AuthorIvyCAAboutHere's my poetry. The good, the bad, the downright horrendous. Take it for what it's worth. If you choose to critique it, be brutal. Poets of interest: William Shakespeare, E.E. Cummings, Sylvia Pla.. more..Writing
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