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native
by Melissa Arel
green vines twist and curl in her shimmering auburn locks
the sweet melodic songbirds make their home in her ribcage
while fragrant wild roses bloom along the curve of her alabaster spine.
her eyes are the color of golden apple autumn leaves, decaying
the gentle flush of her cheek is the hue of pink-pearled seashells
as a honeydew affection rests on her smooth cherryblossom lips.
she is simply breathtaking, this flawless paragon of grace
heaven lingers momentarily with her every soft-soled footstep
for she is a muse of both nature and man, a perfected coalescence.
01/01/2010 Author's Note: i didn't write this about anyone in particular, its just one of those things where you start jotting thoughts down and it turns into something on its own. hope you like :)
Posted on 01/03/2010
Copyright © 2025 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/03/10 at 05:45 AM I've said it before and say it again...your evocation of color in your poetry is the most striking and vivid I've read here. You don't disappoint this time, Mel, either |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 01/04/10 at 05:09 AM I do like this. Very delicate and lovely imagery. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/04/10 at 07:29 AM Your last line is PERFECT for this piece. Shame it's fictitious for I would've loved to have seen pictures =P. Well done, Melissa. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/05/10 at 02:51 AM Yes. It's impossible ot to love it. |
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