May-
she's garishly bright, almost slutty, young,
wearing her youth in a too tight skin
that she spills out of
casting shadow made of colors
she sucks in the brightness all around
careful, she will steal your light
in her eagerness to live
she is painfully aware of her unfinished state
anxious to cast her reflection
and preen about
to be admired in
her newly bloomed beauty.
Wait.
Its a fleeting ride.
A few months will see her sedate.
Parched face turned in hope
towards moisture carried in the August wind.
But Fiery August is a tempest of heat
and impatience
her vanity stampeding across the land
in a blaze of self imposed glory
she has no compassion
for a fading older sister.















Comments
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Have you ever stopped staring at the wall, only to realize, they were staring back all along..?
May sends a message
that you've been unfair,
taking her out of context,
you're just jealous,
you don't understand
the pressure every year
of trying to fix the damage
caused by Jan and Feb,
and besides,
she's in a long term
relationship with April.
yes, Rain, May is gay,
and Augie can tke his
passionate heat, and well...
go to hell.
now she tells you,
hope this doesn't spoil your poem.
pip
actually, i like it. otherwise,
i wouldn't have bothered.
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when a man refers to the woman,
[who chose him], as his better half,
for once, he tells the truth. - llp - nov'09
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They say everyone has a soul-mate. I just hope mine didnt live five or six hundred years ago.
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They say everyone has a soul-mate. I just hope mine didnt live five or six hundred years ago.
methinks you're hardly October.
me, i feel the chilly, but
calming breath of December
approaching. November seems
to have lost a week, taken
long ago, perhaps last March.
the last month may be long or
short. at this late date. i
can but accept with grace, at
least i think i can.
sorry to get so serious, but
the only thing written in
stone is, "we go as we come".
we work to the end, never
getting things done.
big
pip
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when a man refers to the woman,
[who chose him], as his better half,
for once, he tells the truth. - llp - nov'09
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i am, i am, iam.
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They say everyone has a soul-mate. I just hope mine didnt live five or six hundred years ago.
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