if I could recreate myself,
I would have wild, shiny blue hair
a leather jacket and sleek, black leather gloves
a belt of white diamonds
the one everyone knows and no one sees
I would leap across my stage at night
from building to building
leaving nothing but shadowy whispers and starlight behind
and in the mornings, I would
hide myself in steam
red roses and velvet pianos--
jazz notes fluttering in the air—
and read poems to myself, very
very quietly
(Poetry Friday roundup here.)
Friday, July 31, 2009
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8 comments:
Ooh, this is nice.
That's so beautiful! I'm not such a poetry lover normally but I really liked that. I'm glad I stopped by :)
Thanks for joining the Poetry Friday gathering today-- and for sharing your words. Love that other persona, too!
Sylvia
Just weird enough. I grinned at the screen when I got to the end.
I love this! :)
This is beautiful, and so is something else: that part in Maya's book, in the preface, where your soul is captured as well.
I loved that.
So wonderful! I can just hear the jazz music. :)
I love this I love this I love this I love this I LOVE this.
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