Saturday, April 30, 2011

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

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