Poetry In (Passing) Motion

I am officially a full-time poet.

Its tough being so talented.

For The Sweetest Lady



























Upon the skies painted blue
Enter our lady right on cue
Silent like the shining sun
Deadly like a loaded gun
Look beneath and what you’ll see?
Red hot passion burning in glee
It’s a fire not to play
For her flames have a way
Of turning life into ashes
With a bat of her fluttery lashes
But don’t be fooled by her looks
You cannot read her like a book
The many pages of Daphne
Is up to you to know and see.

- © Mel. All rights reserved.