She was born
An electric year
Blank was her canvas
Gone with the wind
A hectic mind
And fragile skin
Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse
Dressed in cord pants
Chunky brown shoes
Curls down
To her ears
Eyes—wiser than
Her years
Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse
She was born
To a bird of clay
Blue was the sky
Crimson obeyed—
Turned cold prey
Craftsmen say
Magenta pigment
Had ran out
That day
Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse
Paint on her fingertips
Words down her eyelids
Stardust kisses
On her lips
Electric blue tinges
Nursing her
Back to sleep
Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse
She was born
An electric year
Blank was her canvas
Gone with the wind
A hectic mind
And fragile skin
VB, I always enjoy discovering the depth in your poems. I read them over numerous times and pick up different things each time. Another fantastic poem to add to your collection 💜
P.S. to be honest, I am sometimes not even conscious of some of those deeper layers- not while drafting it and not until the poem has been finished and can be read as a single piece. it’s only then, at the end, that it starts speaking to me.
Paint on her fingertips
Words down her eyelids
Stardust kisses
On her lips.
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VB, I always enjoy discovering the depth in your poems. I read them over numerous times and pick up different things each time. Another fantastic poem to add to your collection 💜
thanks so much for the feedback, Secrets, really glad your reading experience feels deep, complex yet fulfilling, couldn’t ask for more 💜
P.S. to be honest, I am sometimes not even conscious of some of those deeper layers- not while drafting it and not until the poem has been finished and can be read as a single piece. it’s only then, at the end, that it starts speaking to me.
Haha, I totally get this!
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Profound, poignant. The weaving filled with emotions. Superb write.
…my second reply to your comment on The reader was meant to be posted here 🙂 Thanks again!!!!!!
I am sorry but I was unable to reply on your comment because of some error.
My pleasure always 🙂
No worries 😀