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Date Posted: 02:16:52 06/14/02 Fri
Author: SuSanne &*_*&
Author Host/IP: pool-63.53.97.113.nwrk.grid.net / 63.53.97.113
Subject: soft TOMBOY girl

This is the poem that really
got me started with writing, thanks
for a friend in The Netherlands
to whom, when my "flintstone'putor"
machine worked well, for me to
I.M. stutter a long of short ago
"....but, but, but....I'm a soft, tomboy girl"
to become, the 1st poem I ever posted
and tonight, has a new rewrite-SPw99


SOFT tomboy GIRL


Woman, soft as a petal poised as if to spin
Into the wind, with laughter that drops
As joyful tears, of gold and blue.

Looking light as matching currents of air
Swirling about her, glistening
With cleansing droplets of rain renewing this earth.
Tomboy with foundation of fire's* rough & tumble
With bending over laughs of pure joy
Of overcoming limits and oneself.

Impromptu games of football amongst leaves of fall,
Rainbow colours, chimmey smoke and crisp, chill air
As horses awaited their turn of the day
Emiting snorts as they circle, rustling straw beds.
While we girls of tomboy sisters,
Learned of our brother's natures
Strength, that outweighed that, of which
We were so blessed
Learning of spirits strength blessings.

For a soft tomboy girl builds shelves for books
In the morn before jean shedding
Transforming, to evolve as a queen adorned
With cotton silks of green blues to purple
Of eve, she slips within and out into
Contently with the crowd, yet as one alone
While flickers, of soft sadness sparks this woman
Proud of hazel depths of eye to know
False assumptions by all of many
That doing all, meant had all.

Moments swirl about her as flowing colours
In silky garments, bewitching, for her wondering
If to grasp into thin air or if
For pebbles amongst golden sands of dunes
Or perhaps, reaching high for lights of stars
In a starry dance, highly reflected in seas
Twirling her soul shine dancing
Intertwined with a 'earth, wind and fire'
Mystic in low keening sounds.

All about her, within her for above her
Walks she on, scattering pearls of joy
Like splashes of colour, with faith bright
Seeing deeply of the gabarge in the habour
That beyond, there are those who may see
Whilst many lost or still unknown
Until future welcomes now for present
Mayhaps, a K*nightly King
To consort with smiles, heart and hope.

This woman moves on and forth
Walk dancing, with crystal clarity prints
That kisses sand .. by oceans of heart.


© SuSanne &*_*&

smb.powell/sp*wells
11th April 1999
Polished 13/14.6.02, inspired by a Gem.
All rights reserved

*~Mayhaps is not a proper word
just liked the sound of it.


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