Dew



We hung them there,
the drapes, heavy and long
but I never drew them
I liked the sound of bird song
and early mornings;
You see, I look good at dawn
and while you yawn
I'm catching sparkles
on a lawn
that magically mowed itself.

And the shelf still wobbles,
the bed still creaks
so when I turn over at night
I smile, despite the heat
and the beat of hearts.
I was never a bridge player,
playing footsie with someone
who called out rediculous rules.

I've learnt one thing,
I'm beautiful
and I don't need heavy drapes
to shroud my world,
I see it all
and its beautiful,
I feel beautiful
naked in front of a sky
that shines stars for me.





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-08-20 at 21:19

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice use of words, and a good way to set the tone for other seasonal poetry. A pleasure to read as always.

Your friend,
John.
2010-12-12


shells
I can feel the smile within the beauty of this piece, uplifting and at one with yourself.
2010-08-21



This is such a complete picture of beauty—domestic, natural, and your own. It shines.

jim
2010-08-21


NicholasG
How important it is to feel beautiful!
xox Nick
2010-08-20