Friday, March 6, 2015

Lemon Pine So Sublime (A Narrative Poetry Form)

never knew how sweet a friend could be,
they soften our bone like cake icing free,
when we were questioned by assumptions so real,
our soul is decorated with kindness peel,
imagining i slide through lemon pine,
I'm greeted by the smells so sublime.
not to decline the open mind of Minfine,
won't be able to overlook inflamed bon fire,
life has grown wings to fly,
to unearth beautiful virgin places of empire,
i let everyone's poetry caress me,
as talents and love surpass ecstasy,
since all of us capture life like ocean wave,
each being is unique as princess Marissa's silhouettes concave,
literally we travel on a pine cone with an abstract mood,
so that we can sample the hardest ground,
in half/whole notes of Mozart music food,
suppose we're stuck together on lemon pine,
emotional episodes of friendship shall feel so sublime.