#poetrygirl
She never failed to mesmerize,
The poetry girl
With the rich maple eyes.
Her jungle of hair flourished on her head,
Contained by a green scrunchie
While the bangs on her forehead were spread.
A bite of the nails, a twist of the hair,
A brush of the bangs,
And her voice echoed like a call to prayer.
She goes to IHOP every weekend, knows the menu by heart,
Lives on pancakes and unlimited coffee,
Although she has been known to dabble with egg tarts.
She pulled her knees up to her chest,
Two Crocs, one green, one white,
Her gaze as stalwart as a tree in a forest.
When she spoke, her thoughts came out like trails of smoke,
Littering the room with her personality,
Those scraps of beauty as powerful as a thunderstroke.
She never failed to mesmerize,
The poetry girl
With the rich maple eyes.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
Her creamy chocolate hair
Flows down into caramel,
And the ends tickle her rosy lips
As she bites them in concentration.
Her Ticonderoga taps anxiously on her cheek,
And the wheels turning in her head;
Almost visible.
Maroon sweater against ivory shoulder,
Caramel hair against a black bra strap.
When she talks, the room melts away
And all that is heard is her accent,
The way she creates music with her phrases.
Her smile radiates sunshine,
And her eyes are a kaleidoscope,
Always changing,
Green and gray and amber specks
Colliding to make a sweet mosaic.
Poetry girl,
The universe can’t wait to hear
Your words.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 8:51 PM UTC