Joseph Osita Poet Rhyme

She Roves Every Commune With Dexterity

Like a balloon, happiness soared high
Like a sword piercing through the blue sky
Deflowering the virgin power of gravity
She roves every commune with dexterity


I saw her parched on a tree 
And the birds chirped and danced in glee
Heaven of alves, made reality
She roves every commune with dexterity


Upward she soared and soared again
Invading Lord's sanctuary without bargain
Angelic fingers plucked guitars in uniformity
She roves every commune with dexterity 




21/07/2011
By:Joseph Osita         
 For Francine Roberts' "happiness is a balloon contest"

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Andrea Dietrich July 22, 2011 at 12:46 PM what a very interesting style and concept. That line is very unique, Joseph. She roves every commune with dexterity. I am anxious to see what poems get picked top place. So many good ones!!