Notebook: Her Laugh is Like the Bells

I don't often write poetry, but I don't avoid it. Sometimes the pen moves with a will of its own, a need to put something down on paper, short and soulful. I like to think of poems as the equivalent of doodles for writers. So, here's something right out of my pocketbook. Enjoy!

 

Her laugh is like the bells

Her eyes like twinkling stars

To be beside her is to be breathless

To kiss her is to be deathless

My heart jumps

My stomach falls

And my head is like a mirage

Hazy and obscure

To see her smile gives me shivers

To see her sleep makes me quiver

Her hair like a soft pillow

Her neck a heavenly arch

B.G. Tan