Rik Bertrand

Rookie - 0 Points (18 April 1959 / Portland, Oregon)

Twig - Poem by Rik Bertrand

I picked up a small little Twig,
Its shape was so divine,
Its edges were smooth as silk
And the lines were so fine.

The Twig was a Marvel,
Shaped as a woman with grace,
And if you looked closely,
It was dressed in all lace.

This Twig was so delicate,
And as fragile could be.
I handled it very carefully,
As careful could be

You wonder what I am saying,
You question my thoughts,
A Twig full of beauty,
The what if, the what nots.

The Answer is clear and you all should know,
Turn your head slightly, just to the right,
You can see her beauty perfectly,
Reflecting the light

This Twig is magical and puts on a show.
She plays a guitar, just so you know.
Don't ever take lightly, a Twig that you find.
Pick it up gently and be ever so kind.

REB (MARCH 2012) because I picked up a twig the other day and it reminded me of TWIG

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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