one of the poems i wrote in poetry class. instructions: write a poem about a lady named 'mabel', listening to a jazz song. here is my product.
mabel
the clarinet is whistling at her.
her golden waves
move and sway like a tsunami.
that is how she engulfed me,
with her ocean eyes, teasing,
and her hands.
the had a dance of their own
as they entranced me in a simple handshake.
she is elegant and tall, wearing an A-line dress
to match the clarinet.
(c)2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {11:12 AM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
