Duane Robert Pierson

Girls In Summer Dresses

A girl in a summer dress
turns hot into cool,
sweat into sweet,
steam to chilled mist.

She stirs a breeze
in the hot still air.
Deep in my mind
smoldering coals fire
a sensory eruption.

She walks as a cloud
of seraphic passion.
She moves like a ripple
among lily pads
on a Monet pond,
calm as a pink explosion.

Poem Submitted: Monday, July 25, 2005

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  • J P Klegg (7/25/2005 7:56:00 PM)

    The pink explosion is interesting as well.

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  • Jerry Bolton (7/25/2005 6:06:00 PM)

    Yes, yes! I love the Monet reference, really took the poem where you wanted it to go. I think. Nice.

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