it might never come.
But it does.
Wearing its big feet in tight pointed
is coming up in roses
and big boxes of bad chocolates with hidden thorns.
may be a high-maintenance noun
too expansive, too large to be understood.
Emotional, complicated, but fraught
with the tantrum expectations of a little girl mind.
might be a mantra
in some foreign land where it is a rapid
repetition of nonsensical syllabic deceptions.
is an idea of someone you haven't yet been.
A word that taunts and often fails to please us.
When a filament of hope is all it leaves us.
sometimes exists to disturb us.
is a Little Girl's word.
Copyright January 17, 2013 All Rights Reserved By this Author
Melissa A Howells / Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World
Just think about Annie and expand it out from there. Idea came to me on a busride
after I penned one poem on the back of a receipt. January 16th was a productive day.