ਸਹਿਜ ਮੀਤ (Misha)

Your words are rich in color like the autumn leaves. They are full of fragrant spices filling the breeze. Precious oils of perfume are your thoughts of right words like mine. They are words of liquid honey dripping into my vine. The value of your speech is like gold hidden in caves. How rich the words flowing like a river in color and taste. When the pen kisses the paper everything falls in place.

The beat of your heart is the pound of my thunder. When you breath I breath and we speak a word together. We are separate, but one like two words that join to be a compound. The motion of your body is the power of the wind. As you flow in a dance so the words begin. A dance on the paper between the pen and words so they write their lives out until the end. That is the way it is between you and I, Friend.

Author's Note

Inspired by the heart of a dear friend. The poems are about my friend Misha. They came out separate, but I put them together here because they are both about her. I named the poem after her because it's about her. I didn't know what else to call it. :)

Reviews

[Dan Means]

This may seem picky but I don't care for her name. It doesn't strike me as poetic. It has no rhythm or cadence to its syllables. It sounds like a guteral noise. I'm not meaning to be harsh. Just trying to put words to my reason. I admit my opinion could be jaded by the impression I've gotten from every Misha I've known but who knows. I just think it lacks a certain Je ne sais quois. That's my only criticism though. I thoroughly enjoy the other aspects.