SOURA Poem by Rene Velez
she inhaled, a
sour essence of creativity she talked barefoot and teasingly her hair like aspen exhaling her dragon high on the hill and when she did pass it was to new heights I could not have imagined she brings my smile so easily lips like sugar echoed the Bunnymen in the brown station wagon of joy fire flies flickered against the stars her hands upon the red dust of Mars she giggled at the faintest noise her posture and poise and of the world she told what she knew enlightened in her truths, and the loves that she blue collected thoughts she held on to like childhood toys midnight daisies share her space as she ponders the sour taste and like a dragon she said "am I poetry?" as she floated towards the fields ready for harvest © 2011 Rene VelezReviews
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Added on August 13, 2011Last Updated on August 16, 2011 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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