Sunday, February 15, 2015

Sparkle On

I wrote this poem eight or nine years ago. It remains so accurate...

Sparkling Lisa come to call
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Soft and giggly,
earnest, true
earthborn stillness
dressed in blue

She owns a regal bearing
but strikes a comic pose
green and wide eyed marvel
diamond sparkles at her nose

her long expressive fingers
delight the thoughtful air
with fluttering abandon
at what lies spoken there

With words she paints a masterpiece
in colors kind and true
compassion swiftly brush stroked
in a sky of robust blue

She speaks of sparkle, sparkling more
no one would e’er deny
Fair Lisa is a friend so dear
And now I’ve told you why.

 


 

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