Poems from Annette M Velasquez
Don't let my poetry be
like a Chinese painting
of chrysanthemums,
delicate water lilies,
nightingales.
Don't let it be
mystically sublime...
And what of this poet's fascination
with the spirals of nature?
A snail shell's intricate whirl
coiling, perfect...
The desert's dust devil...
Dandelions,
yellow splotches
speckle verdant lawns
while violets
wow
with their purple pomp
Ah!
April's awe
of
jonquils
lilacs
and crocus...
My heart is like
an unformed
lump
in the hands
of a sculptor-
you.
Who with love
can transform it
into a thing
of beauty
to be cherished...
Funny-
yet in an odd
sort of way,
how men
liken women and cars
to fruit-
of all things.
And we've all heard
the expressions
" She's a peach...