Curtis Johnson Poet Personification

Her Name Is Iris

She lights up the entire surrounding.
She's absolutely the genuine article.
I tell you, she's out of my league.
Adorable, with a touch of intrigue;
She smiles and waves at me as                                                               she quietly comes and goes.

Neither a swagger nor bragger.
She's not a pink, white, or red rose,
But forces one to stare at her pose.
She's short-lived, but arresting.

Beautiful and captivating,
She's classy, a real 'looker'.
But often missing in action
Because her season is brief.

Tall, colorful, and alive,                                                                                                                                                      
With the look of royalty.
Yet she fits well among commoners.

Gracing the entry of our flower garden,
She's embraced by yesterday
with a never-ending story.

She dresses in purple,
And looks stunning.
Her name is Iris.

060522PSCtest, Purple Flowers, Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
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Juliet Ligon July 2, 2022 at 8:04 AM I love how you personified the iris. She sounds like an intriguing woman. Curtis Johnson July 2, 2022 at 4:57 PM Thank you, Juliet. Indeed, she is the real deal.

Christuraj Alex June 26, 2022 at 1:01 AM "looks stunning" -true. Beautifully written. Congratulations! Curtis Johnson June 29, 2022 at 11:40 AM Thank you, Christuraj.