Tale of Miss Sassafras:
Narrative Poem in Collaboration with Pen Mysteries
In her dreams,
her cotton sheets, felt like tulle-
In her slumber,
she felt at peace.
A glance as serene as splendor-
loved endearingly
by dozens of men,
their single stem rose.
Her love a bed of roses.
She whispers, “Watch for thorns...”
She did not worry,
her hands with catching a bouquet.
MERELY
Shut eye,
in a meadow.
Dreams dancing, like
white wings of butterflies-
sniffing wildflowers.
On the horizon,
Oh wide-eyed, wandering, wallflower
For she has grit,
with daydreaming eyes,
pure sassafras, alas
angers the sandman.
INHALING
sweet perfume of
of blue grass.
CATCHING
the glimpse of her sassafras
On the horizon,
Oh wide-eyed, wandering, wallflower
Her heart,
pounces-
Every ounce of hope,
continuously grows like stalks of sunflowers
Petals gingerly fall
from a arbor,
When she wakes
her heart doesn’t harbor ills;
the sound of wind,
holding bass a note!
Ready to face the day,
miss sassafras,
she is high class.
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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