She is made of sun flowers and unreasonable questions; she drinks the sky in her morning coffee while curiosity holds her hand. Sun dresses and over sized cardigans breathe most comfortable against her skin.Her lips are too passive when time calls to be bold, but much too opinionated in the rooms that should wear silence. She’s been told that the sun colors the night of her hair and people often tell her she wears the ocean in her eyes.
Her body sings an undefined melody; a Janis Joplin meets Norah Jones type of concert echoing in the rhythm of her walk. Stuck between personalities she builds a collage of her soul, almost as messy as her bedroom floor.She bathes daily in sunshine, hoping her skin still has enough room to soak up the promise left in its rays.She dips herself in revelry, and tiptoes through life as if the ground offers refuge to a delicate secret.
She struts her messy hair and dirty toes; wears no makeup when the sun’s fingerprints hug her cheeks. She carries her life bled to the paper beneath a yellow binding that rests in her purse.Vanilla chai and sleepy rhymes turn the page to her nighttime rituals. The ocean is her favorite scene, while the rain writes her safest song; something about the water makes her feel clean again yet speaks remnants of her past.
She finds that the words ‘I love you’ never leave her mouth at the right time and she wishes she could proudly carry innocence upon her shoulders again; those were the years she still felt beautiful.
When thirsty lips cried her eyes dry, she taught herself to lay happiness in hands that hold the sun. She lets forgiveness dance across her skin as she opens her chest to breathe the air of her King.
This really is very good. I was taken away by it. You speak through water. Your words are fluid. This poem makes me feel so many things. (I'm a bit embarrassed to find and post mine)...I've never been this good at autobiographical writing.
ReplyDelete***Side note...I found my autobiographical poem...but I wrote it in my first poetry class a few years ago...SO, just because I find you intriguing and interesting in a very free flowing, cool, kinda way...I will re-write it to reduce the suck-a-tude (that's right) and make it a bit more nerdalicious.
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Thank you, this was actually the first autobiographical poem I've written. I realized I didn't have one recently and felt that's something every poet needs lol. I want to read yours! There's no need for re writing, it will just show where you've started and how far you've come in your work :)
ReplyDeleteToo late...rewrote it...it's posted. perhaps one day I will write another one.
ReplyDeleteMuito bonito, parabéns!
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