From 2015.




Don't Listen

Tall thin pale girl
with dark straight hair,
not more than sixteen,
glasses set on a studious nose,
don't listen to them:

 

those blunt-witted boys,
those callous girls.

 

For you are lovely
beyond the stale prettiness
of What Everybody Likes.
You are the beautiful
music of youth:

 

mellow, resilient,
subtle and smiling.

 

You are that first
questioning day in March
when a mild faint breeze asks, May I?
You are earth tiptoeing toward spring,
the firm and certain hope

 

that tomorrow will be better,
that hearts will be wise and kind.





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Written on 2022-04-10 at 10:34

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AFRODITE STATHI The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a masterpiece!!!Smart,sensitive and deep.May these young girls bring indeed a better tomorrow.Loved it.
2022-04-10


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A brilliantly opportune piece of poetry. (If you don't mind me seeing it as a reflection to something else that I have read.) Regardless of that, to me it illustrates a seriously caring nature that has cleverly constructed a worthy guidance of thought to those who read. Did it get written in 2015, or was the encounter in 2015, I wonder. It reminds me of an encounter I had, and the thoughts and understanding it engendered. A poem worthy of accolade.
2022-04-10

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