Her mirth, manifests its reflection upon my face as that of an infant,
spreads through my spirit and soothes,
an herbal tea to my soul,
slowly reaching my fingers, creeping toward my toes.
As it flows through my extremities it rebounds upon itself, magnified tenfold as it enters my core.
There it resides waiting each moment for me to recall it,
to invigorate my being, to brush my heart, to fulfill my soul,
with a taste of her essence.
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hey WAW
hello and welcome to the website, from now on it's not allowed to ask people to look at your poems in the chatterbox, if you want to ask somebody specific you have to click on send a message, and then send it personally like i'll send you after this comment, I thought the poem was good, very expressive and very good imagery, good use of words, overall a good free verse poem. you will find alot of that here. Basically if you want people to read your poems the best thing to do is read and comment on their work, and then they usually return the favor, it's kind of an unwritten law, unless you completely have nothing to say you don't always have to talk about the poetic form, you can talk about what it makes you think of, etc. etc...Hope to hear some comments and critiques from you on some of my work, always nice to hear another point of view. You'll find the more comments you get the more your poetry will grow and the more you will want to comment. Good luck my friend and welcome again,
TTYL
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marcusmoore
July 9
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