a girl at first
becomes womanly thirst
caught in a trap
daylight once the sun comes up
even on dark days you see her rays
for she is in the leaves and
grass and planes
honey bee one day
ivory snow that came to stay
just look closer and you’ll see
kaleidoscopes of memories forgotten at sea
lemon balm and lake water alike
melon in the summer or hidden in the rosebud spike
never not present and always at ease
olives and lovers and ocean breeze
ponders casually the meaning of god in her book
quiet but mighty when you dare to look
roars when provoked
she’s in the lion and in the witch’s cloak
transforming endlessly, looking for clues
usually drunk for a love, she might lose
very strange for a girl to turn into streams
what do you think of this woman that beams
xylophone sound of my childhood dreams
yarn in my grandmother's room
zest of our lives if we just let her bloom
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This is spectacular, it feels like flying. The way you notice the subtle, the delicate, the intricate and being them to life is so dreamy. It feels so whimsical and fantastic. I absolutely adore this!!
xylophone sound of my childhood dreams - i could literally hear the trill of such music; I love love love this poem! it flows like the streams that you turn into 🍈🪸🌞