Poems from vkinsey30
There is a young child, aged but seven springs
Her father takes her in his arms and swings
Her high above his gray head.
And the young...
Habitual Action
Very quietly silently barefooted slip
Into the long dark hallway
Carefully, quietly make a path
To the shadowy bookshelf...
Rainbow summer
Summer is made of colours,
Only of colours
Blue is the sound and the feel
Of water gently lapping
On a pale hand trailing...
The Art of Growing Up
Teddy bears and toys with bright button eyes
Watch me from their places on the shelf
Dust has settled on them, and...
I am the South
With my earnest green eyes and brown hair
My magnolia white skin and orange-can curls
My honeysuckle lips and wide...