by Amy Cavanaugh
I acquire the sensational psychology in me
Which reliably wraps my mind and me
Up in a blissful blanket of yarn –
Hand-knitted by Creativity herself.
Heater-like –
The blanket bathes
Us in a glow
Of what light feels like.
My mind and I breathe united as
An inseparable couple.
Friend-like –
We gleefully greet each other
Beneath the spotlight of Freedom's moon.
Poems and thoughts are the stars.
And like Freedom's moon
Solitude nearly reaches a curious finger
All the way down to us.
Freedom faithfully follows her
With luscious
Loyalty like a leader.
Sensuality wears her evening perfume
On Winter's barren brown deck
Like Femininity –
But she does not quite copy her.
Introspection
Rightfully wears
The passionate ever-moving flame
Of a smile
In the still fireplace –
Almost silent but not.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a current undergraduate student working toward a career as a professional astronomer and poet., I have been writing poems by hand, and by typing, since before college. Each year brings me closer to publishing them.
Last updated June 17, 2011