Authors' Notes: When I read this poem, I honestly thought that it just captured Angel's spirit. There is no real story line to this, I just wanted to share it.
I OWN NOTHING, ESPECIALLY THIS POEM.
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Angel's Poem
I Am
I am depth like the color of cabernet;
you can't quite pinpoint the hue.
I am a hip-shake away
from falling in love.
Like the strum of an acoustic guitar,
my notes are familiar, yet unpredictable.
I am a cherry blossom tree,
dark and harsh at the roots...eventually I will flourish.
I am your aunt's favorite antique chair,
shabby brocade, what a shame...
But such a lovely pattern!
A few rips here and there,
which can easily be disguised with a new cover.
I've forgotten about becoming a perfect circle,
a little imbalance never hurt anyone.
I am the trace of perfume left on a pillow
because I know that's all one needs
to revive a memory.
Liz Wolf