Big, Bold, and Beautiful Woman

Chasing down a cab only to be rejected
Clouds of dreams
Turned in and detected
Nothing to whine about she remains calm, cool, and collected
Devoured heart
Drenched and burned
Light and loved
Ripped and torn
Fancy silk putting her back together again
Soul who loves and wants
A cry you can hear forever
One who loves to laugh
and sometimes cry
Fueled remedies she anxiously awaits to share
A tool box of glistening and rusty tools
All her time – there for you

What is a Poem (he asked)?

Anything you want it to be

It comes from deep within

Below the surface of your soul

A place in which maybe you have never been to before

A hollow heart is tough to carve out

So, until you find the printed bricks, the ones without a home, you can begin by placing them in their place

Your descriptive words will always create their trace

One by one – where flowing lines grow

By Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2016