![]() Far More Beautiful Than IA Poem by Kelly Scheppers
Far more beautiful than I
Two doors down and you hadn’t a clue that I was the tabby cat and the philodendron upon the sill you were Sunday football games and the vast delivery of pizzas, whose friends were a mix gender of low rise jeans and Sam Adams We merged occasionally in the laundry room during the rinse cycle, you complimented my taste in jazz and the copper shine of auburn hair, taking inventory of my eyes and the nakedness of the third finger of my left hand you hadn’t a clue that I was breakfast at tiffany’s, that I am the happiest in the coldest of winters, and cry at the singing of Auld Lang Syne that I still wish upon falling stars, and read poetry by Keats to his beloved, Fanny that I love orchids because they are far more beautiful than I could ever be… …will ever be
© 2014 Kelly ScheppersAuthor's Note
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Added on August 25, 2014Last Updated on September 6, 2014 Tags: falling stars, Keats, winter, orchids Author![]() Kelly ScheppersSan Diego, CAAboutI was never a pearl kind of girl... always wore jeans with holes in the knees. more..Writing
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