Chelynne's Room
She stains her thoughts persimmon
and pastes them to the walls
to catch the attic exhale
in brilliance of ideas
She wraps each meditation
in a ribbon in her hair
and bruises self defiance
sending doubt into the air
She blinds the room in matchsticks
and peaks out at the trees
with just the snap of buds to see
a prelude to the bloom
She's full of stretches, cat and paw
and soaks her privacy
into her thoughts to be recovered,
shining them to gleam.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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