Her laugh is loud, strange, and so obnoxious
Cutting through the air like a knife through heart
However, almost always contagious
Like some harmonious yet uncultured art
And her hair, falling in imperfect waves
Like waterfalls of raw copper honey
But her soft jaded eyes deeper than graves
Her walk weird, attempts at jokes unfunny
Yet always a lesson behind her words
Her outfits are bizarre, unexpected
Still, she walks around like a feathered bird
Untouchable, a goddess dejected
Yet motherly, and sweeter than chocolate
Much hides behind her smile, a door shut
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Author:
JuneM (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a little Sonnet for my favorite English teacher
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Comments2
Descriptive and with great images it tells its tale without telling it.
Cleverly crafted write, leaving you to draw your own conclusion, enjoyed the read
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