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Click herePoet Chick floats in clouds
hair streaming over cape,
gold lame dahling, tie-dyed bodysuit,
big soul eyes full of world, words,
hands cupped for writing.
Power of vision, satori power,
cosmic karmic comic sight,
able to twist tall phrases
to a single word, faster
than a speeding simile,
strong resolve, x-ray empathy.
Poet Chick flies to Earth,
crisis-bound, phrases flipping,
flopping through her veins
like a cauldren bubbling poem soup,
a melting pot of remembrance,
imagination salted with remorse,
yearning, peppered with expectation.
Words fall from her fingers,
scales from her eyes, yes,
maybe yours, too. You remember
the look in your mother's eyes
when she smiled, the taste
of fresh-plucked honeysuckle,
sipped from a bitten flower,
or your chin yellow
over the cast of a buttercup
on a near forgotten summer morning
when Sun played with the breeze
on your bare arms.
...but I'm here! This is cool, Ange, Oh Great Poet Chick! I like it- Thanks!
The poem is very good but when you get to the "You remember" part, it almost seems like another poem. Actually, it would make a great poem on its own.
with something that makes you smile? and fel good and warm inside and makes you grateful for superheroes? nothing wrong with that :)
love these lines ange- they really struck me, stuck deeply, this is not all fluff, it is very deep...ya'll read it again-
imagination salted with remorse,
yearning, peppered with expectation
This is very nice, advice:
able to twist tall phrases
to a single word
Most of the time, I avoid commenting, because
your poetry is beyond me, but I know failure
and this fails to take its own advice
It would have been better written as five lines.
Agree with YDD