Divina Boulangé

Pen Names - Poem by Divina Boulangé

I write simply
yet in code.

My story you have
but my name you don't know.

Born long ago in America
To wit and to demand
Yet you don't know my name, huh?

Syllables are everything,
especially the last ones.

Think of a black-eyed missy in summer,
but call her by her nickname.

Think of being mad,
but saying it differently.

And there you know me.

At least my name.

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  • (5/15/2006 6:38:00 PM)

    I really like your work. Very much
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 25, 2006

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