I've a promise of a future
laced with elongated vowels
and sprinkled with white flurries
crystallized in late December air.
...
If you were a lion,
would the sight of a gazelle carcass
delight or disgust you?
...
For three years I've bargained
rested eyes and sanity for a gram
of poetry on the scale.
...
I'm in a rotten apple mood,
and all the pacifying poetry
I could write
would be in gibberish-
...
I do not care much
to write;
soliloquy of repression.
The sensation of men
...
Born on August 28th,1994, Gabrielle Martin is a seventeen year old aspiring poet and Creative writing Major. Her poetic musings detail the unique and somewhat strange encounters she has with life and the human condition.)
Symmetry
I've a promise of a future
laced with elongated vowels
and sprinkled with white flurries
crystallized in late December air.
No two the same, they say;
symmetry matched but not
repeated.
There is no other like me, no place
like Maine
laced with a promise of a future
in late December air.
The symmetry of August happiness
matched
but not repeated
along the creases of a promise
in late December air.