Pink

Like a ribbon encased in her hair,
like a cute little slipper canvases her toes,
she smells of pine needles and sugar.

Your eyes break darks to shreds, and disable whites,
you disgust the rest of us, but you speak so fondly
As if you loved the invisible dimples, and
as if you cared enough to see,
Her favorite color, friend,

Is pink.
Was pink.

Like the clothes she wore from you,
like the questions she asked and the footprints she followed.
Deep into the forest she sang your name
with the clarity of a bell, and a tear rained down her face
as you held her with a grip she couldn't comprehend.

But you spelled her favorite letters,
and taught her how to breathe words she shouldn't say,
As if you loved the dress she wore from Mommy,
to the shirts she wore from you,
and if you ever concerned yourself enough to see,
as if you cared enough to notice her,
She was a little girl,
and her favorite color, friend,
My favorite color, friend,

Was pink.

Reviews

[LovelySparrow]

Very lovely piece. I loved your paced style and beautiful topic. So simle and yet, so much to discover. :)

[Lily Mae]

Always finding out that self love and the favorite color of soul is a beautiful moment... I love this..xx

[halflives]

Very lovely. I enjoyed this thoroughly.

[Tasha]

I agree, it was extremely powerful while touching the soul at the same time.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Powerful poem my friend, grips hard at the soul.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

i agree, extremely powerful and soul touching! dreamy poem!

[Ravyne Hawke]

Wow, what a powerful poem...one of my fave lines: "Your eyes break darks to shreds, and disable whites"

This gripped me to the bone with that ending.

Your flow is wonderful.. great imagery, chilling, in fact. This is an amazing poem and a favorite!