Poem, poetry

She Be a Poet – She’s Up!

She wakes up in her frosty sheets, bed socks they’re kind of fun,

Not fetching or seductive, but they’ll do before the sun.

She opens one eye warily, she knows the day it waits,

Snooze button best invention, a cuckoo she would hate.

Moving from her haven, duvet dreams and pillow promise,

Reaching for the kettle, yeh she’s up, you know she’s on this!

Music is now blaring, sod the neighbours, morning rave,

Brushing teeth to Barry, “Can’t get enough of your love, babe”.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015

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She Be a Poet: Seeds Beneath The Snow

Two seeds are frivolously planted, roots begin to grow

the gardener and his shovel made a groove beneath the snow.

With words and without warning, she tries but can’t forget

one side thoughtful gentleman, the other makes her fret.

Once more retreat begins, protective cloak she wears

hiding so her eyes can’t see, the net, unpredictable snares.

Who she is, is not enough, painful, usual, truth

Soul sore of being second best to fantasies and youth.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet: Maybe

Is there a way to uncomplicated times when nothing and no one vexed her,
She wades through, thinking where has that girl gone,
there once, now she’s a memory.

Where is her rosy outlook hiding, why is it now thorny,
Eyes wide once, colours vibrant and everywhere, replaced by tunnel vision, blind to opportunity on the left, destined path to the right.

Maybe is a word she hears, in her mind and the lips of others,
what fear stops committed words, they aren’t so scary are they?
The wish for something better, an offer, there are but few,
She waits because she knows she is, the only one that’s true.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014