she sits there over yonder, on the concrete pavement. blissfully pondering the undertones and overtones of herself she knows things--holds immensely unconceivable knowledge pure in thought and grace she wades in waters so deep, now. she thinks to herself 'a half-cup of sugar in my shallow sea...' sometimes she likes to put little stars on her cheek "come on boy, just a little peek?" butterflies are her thing and cracker box rings she knows it's hopless with the absense of wings the road to heaven is nothing but air so she packs her bags-she's goin to the fair she likes to see the crunched face of the little piggyz and she likes to pet the bunnies, but only the floppy-eared kind. she fondles the thin strands of her hair with fingers to match and thinks to herself... in an equilibrium separate from her and the outsiders she longs for the in-between times, the distance between the paint and the canvas, her love
This reminds me of a girl, who i imagined knew all the answers to life's mysteries but she just sat there while "she fondles the thin strands of her hair with fingers to match and thinks to herself..." A shy timid girl i've seen.
i'd imagined she would be beyond just the cliche cute. seemed to me like the type that would appreciate the beauty even in imperfections
thanx Sabel....i wrote all the poems that i posted in this forum about 4-5 years ago, except 'wreckage'...i finally picked up a pen and jotted sumthin down a week ago...tell me what you think....????
