I want to write a book of
poems about each of my
friends: the fierce blonde,
the silver-streaked twins,
a puff of poison
sweet as sugar,
an amber-eyed song
lodged in my throat,
Billy the goofball,
Nicole the weaver,
Gigi the funny,
Karen the sweet.
I’m more than low on time, but if you’d
give me just a moment, I could fill a
room, stuff it from floor to ceiling with
word after beautiful word, intertwining
like ribbon dancers; I could paint-stroke
each of you into eternity.
I like this. Because well I’m in it. And its awesome
I like this poem for its simple style and deep message. The honesty is clear and reassuring.