Free verse № 42768
Anouk
In the seasons of your time,
coming up around you,
I see the blossoms of Anouk.
When I think of all the reasons
why you are here, I smile,
recalling the bubble rising with your birth.
You bend and fold your hands in your own way.
Like a flower waiting to bloom, in a darkened room,
your colors bold in the dimness
of a vision of what will be you
with all your might.
Like a lone star in the bluish light of night,
you are coming up on the horizon.
From wherever you or I may be,
you will have always come from deep inside of me.
From wherever you may go,
one thing is certain, I will give anything
to watch the sun rise upon those beaming eyes
bubbling up with the clearness of a song.
In the sweetness of what you are and will always be,
Anouk.
March 5, 2003
30 comments
makes me want to have a child someday
Have to find the right gurl i guess
Here's my thinking about your response. You owe reality nothing. just becasue it is the best way to state your perspective of exactly what happened doesn't make it good poetry. I was giving you a reader's response to your poem--and I beleive that if you need to have something "bubble up" there must be a better way of stating it.
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