girls with glasses

girls with glasses

A Poem by Shirlena
"

behind the frames...

"

realized at the point

of shante-ing the big girl draws on

nevertheless I become innately afraid of myself when I do 

prone to choose the safeness

of pure cotton paths

when keeping the feline spectacles in place

but then I'm urged to loosen one braid then two

or appease lurking beneath close cropped hair

riles warmth within the glands

especially when the savvy taunts the negative

slather the silver chrome glaze

from the cases highly favorable

strangely tailored to highlight my lips 

having the decency to at least steer

from the seventh combination

there's no turning back

if relinquished....sharing the raw and spectacular


cause it'll be climbing


and tickle the shy part of my legs


advancing until the fine hairs salute


inching


teetering up my spine


and then MUSHROOM clouds



but I won't....I won't disclose it all

thank the goodness of the LORD

and even more for the preservation of the frames

© 2014 Shirlena


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Amazing use of the language. Made the place and feeling of joy come alive for the reader.
"cause it'll be climbing
and tickle the shy part of my legs
advancing until the fine hairs salute
inching
teetering up my spine
and then MUSHROOM clouds"
The above line. Better than good. Thank you Shirlena for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shirlena

3 Years Ago

Thank you CP. It's been so long since I've graced this site, I'm going to have to go back and read w.. read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

I was glad to see your name. I love your work and you are welcome.



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Amazing use of the language. Made the place and feeling of joy come alive for the reader.
"cause it'll be climbing
and tickle the shy part of my legs
advancing until the fine hairs salute
inching
teetering up my spine
and then MUSHROOM clouds"
The above line. Better than good. Thank you Shirlena for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shirlena

3 Years Ago

Thank you CP. It's been so long since I've graced this site, I'm going to have to go back and read w.. read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

I was glad to see your name. I love your work and you are welcome.
Hidden just a bit eh?
Funny and subtle
I like your style girl!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Oh images of librarians stripping their clothes off in my head. I'm so tickled by some of your phrases pen'd here, 'fine hairs salute'...ha now that conjures up all kinds of imagery, love Mushroom clouds teetering up your spine....oh my. Reading 'tween the lines I think I might need a ciggie right about now. You released the kraken in this one. ;-)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Behind the frames a see the temptress, highly favorable feline, lips of decency, the raw and spectacular who is innately afraid to step out from the frames. We have a frame of mind and a literal frame...Bravo.....

Posted 6 Years Ago


Shirlena

6 Years Ago

Thank you Sam...you've been MIA lately but thank you for making me one of your stops Mr. Question, h.. read more
Sami Khalil

6 Years Ago

No. What is the title. I thought you will send some read request. You are welcome...:).............
Shirlena

6 Years Ago

Well, if that's what you want me to do I will. Thanks for reading it in advance :).

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