SHE STOOD IN MY DAWSON'S CREEK #

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JOURNAL # 41

I'm still smiling so big
as I'm marveling
how
'She Stood In my Dawson's Creek'
a sweet, little girl
the words she wrote were
wistful
why almost angelic
I never had that crisp
adult like focus at fourteen
right now as I laugh
I could vent envy's spleen
what a talent
chronologically
she's a chime mite
her life is a beautiful
new slate
barely yet written upon
but her soul
glides in
and these amazing
visions she dreamily pens
imagine her at 25
then 43
future readers
will remember her musings
that is if she continues on this
poetic path
she is penning her poems
on
to allow the world more and more
of a look see
well, good luck
my 21rst Century Elizabeth Bishop...............
(Sept. 10, 2011 1126pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem was inspired by reading young fellow post poems poet Spiltmilk's poetry. I truly enjoyed her fresh, innocent approach.

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