Friday, July 29, 2011

day 5


1
Her hair flows in the wind like oil spill on blue canvas
Noticeable
A tainted stain on the presence of everything innocent
You can't wash the image from your sight
But you don't fight it

2
She paints images of intellect on everything she touches
You may not understand the purpose of the color scheme
But she will make you feel in colors you question yourself to feel
Bleed colors you didn't know complimented your smile

3
Emma smiles like mixing oil with water
Awe in amazement at the sight of teeth on tongue
Somehow it works
White clouds on pink sunsets
You don't want to say good bye
Touch her words
Reassure them they will be safe with you

4
Brush a strand of her hair behind her ears with your tainted fingers
Allow beauty to seep skin deep

3
It becomes noticeable
She bleeds the colors of worthy literature
and fresh cut grass

2
How do you make a pretty girl feel like worthy literature?
I've caught her words with fingers of honey
She attracts the bumblebees on the days she lays on fresh cut grass
She laughs hues of lavender on an honest Spring day

3
Her favorite number is 3
But like worthy literature,
old house color schemes,
and oil spills,
choice of parts rarely appear

3
She spray paints her hair through our eye sight
No one fights it
We learn from her own strength
She doesn't wince when she pricks her fingers with thorns of adventure
She doesn't fight it

3
Emma teaches us to bleed the colors
we all need to learn about

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