#Portraits
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone