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Every other girl dons her heels
but me.
I come in my dancing shoes.

Every other girl holds her skirts
but me.
I'll cartwheel in my jeans, please.

Every other girl accepts his hand
but me.
I reached for his first.

Every other girl follows a step behind
but me.
I lead the parade.

Every other girl lives to become beautiful
but me.
I know beauty lives to be me.

Every other girl displays skin
but me.
I'm all pearly whites.

Every other girl chokes in a corset
but me.
I'd rather sing of freedom.
Wind gusts through darkening fields
Grant a somber chill to spoken words
Philosophy and inspiration are illustrated
through thrashing trees
Memories are carried in wisps
To land upon your lips,
Shared in whistling accompaniment.
I close my eyes against the burning
Listening to the song of nostalgia in your voice
My hair whips around my face and
I look up to meet your gaze -
We smile softly against the wind,
Sighing with content in your thoughts.
Can we just be together and grow
old
for a century?

Can you just laugh with me about
nothing
for a decade?

Can I just listen to you tell me about
everything
for a year?

Can we just curl up and
nope
for a month?

Can you just hold me when I'm feeling
sad
for a day?

Can I just tell you everything about me that's
crazy
for an hour?

Can we just find a time to
talk
for a moment?

Can you just smile back at
me
for a second?

Will I ever work up the courage to smile at
you
for the first time?
It's amazing how,
in the silence,
you hear so much.
How the screaming
you thought so strong
is nothing but a whisper.
And those unintelligible whispers
echo in this hollowness
until they're the only thing you can hear.
You and I are like two very similar pieces of cloth:
both warn and tattered
both used and bedraggled
both healing wounds the other has left.
You and I --
we're meant to fit together like puzzle pieces:
shaped for each other.
You and I are like two magnets,
tell us to face each other and we repel,
turn us away and we attract.
There's so much that could be pushing us apart,
but so much more that's pulling us together.
In this silences,
that has cut me so deep,
I find I can't sleep
without seeing your face.
At the touch of love, some become writers.
I become the leader of a life more beautiful
     than words are worthy of
So that scribbled-out lines and torn pages
Are now my works of art
And moments of laughter and bliss
Are what I am proud to display -
     Reflections of my heart
as it now exists.
 Oct 2013 Anna Pavoncello
K Mae
dreams and desires
deliberate fires
surrounding , expanding my realm

I feed and am fed
inspiration , obsession
creating til weariness wins

   fire and hunger
never fulfilled
surrender mind body and soul
tempered kindling
A graceful water weaving dolphin
swirls wakes of gentle waves -
a white, silver blue phantom
shimmering in the noonday sun.

Piercing the surface,
she dances an aquatic ballet
of corkscrew pirouettes
and majestic somersaults.

Diving beneath the spray
she churns her engine upward -
soaring through the flaming hoop
to the "oohs" and applause
of a throng of short-sleeved hominids
bleachered beyond the rails.

Plunging into quiet depths,
she lingers for a moment
perhaps to recall the fresh sea air
and the borderless waters
in the golden days before the ships came.

*January, 2007
This poem is included in my book, Unity Tree available at Amazon.com and will be included in a textbook in the International Primary English series published by HarperCollins
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