Stacy Lynn Mar
Stacy Lynn Mar Poems
|1.||Post Traumatic Stress Disorder||1/17/2007|
|2.||The Dawning Of Summers Breeze||3/31/2009|
|3.||The Uber-Single Women||3/31/2009|
|6.||Small Boxes Closing||3/31/2009|
|9.||Small Town Festivity||3/31/2009|
The Dawning Of Summers Breeze
I sit atop a plush chair of Egyptian cotton
On the veranda, my legs thrown haphazardly
Atop the smooth, plastic table.
A vision for sore eyes, I am, the mediocrity of poetic.
I wrestle with my minds eye for the perfect prose,
The unforgettable first line of forget-me-nots,
Only, the sun is blinding me and my heart is too tired to speak.
I turn my eyes to spy a couple strolling along the sidewalk.
She, his blond princess in doo-wop curls and dainty giggles.
He bends his head at an awkward angle for one kiss,
I strain my own neck to catch the whiff of ...