Silver.

Silver.

A Poem by Aehr

She is silver.
She is drops of water hanging from the web of a spider.
She is the eye of a hurricane.
She is sonorous winds chimes and the breeze after rain,
Fragrant with the scent of earth.
She is rain, she is ice.
She is frost on a mirror,
A whisper in winter,
Snow melting on pale, rosy cheeks.
She is glitter, she is joy.
She is the laughter of a child on a carnival ride.
She is silver.

© 2016 Aehr



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Your poem is a cool drink of water to me. I don't even care who "she" is, or that you didn't reveal. I'm just enthralled by your powers of observation & imagination. What a delightful way to describe anyone. Your imagery is flowing & vivid & spot-on. I love that you use descriptors that are not necessary "human" . . . for me, comparisons to natural phenomena is the best way to spark ideas in the reader's mind without making this poem so specific that it only pertains to one person.

Posted 2 Years Ago


A delightful description of someone who obviously means a great deal to you. Lydi**

Posted 2 Years Ago


Some beautiful imagery here. A very fresh, rather unique (in my experience at least) description of cold weather and colour! Keep up the good work :)

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Aehr
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