She stands at the vast green expanse
The emerald chlorophyll a treat for her
Eyes that shine like precious jewels.
The sound of the calm river chopping
Over the hard brittle rocks is a sound
That floats her far away from reality.
The warm rays of the sun cast an orange
Glow over her skin and burns holes into
Her that are filled with brightness.
The flowers are a vibrant hue of
Violet and crimson and azure,
Enticing foolish butterflies and her.
The sky is a light blue like the sapphire
On the ring finger of her right hand
Given to her by a man she doesn't love.
And here she stands boldly among the
Forces of nature that fascinate her with
Their beauty, charisma and elegance.
-a woman who writes elegies like they are a gay description, and is finally free from the chains of a frightening man.
YOU ARE READING
Asymmetrical
PoetryAfter all, we're all chipped from here and there, losing our symmetry in the process.
