Love Poem: Literary Hills
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Written by: Mark Matthews

Literary Hills

In the rolling meadow
I spot a lass
with long crimson hair,
watching me 
          with a pen in her mouth.
Stuck on a thought
of something unconstrude
her eyes catch mine,
showing me the depths 
of blue icy lakes,
and momentarily,
       trapping the power
                    of my mind.

Releasing  the beauty
          of color,
                and creation
in me once again.
I grab my pencil
           out of the air
and start scribing
my love on the hills.
As the thoughts keep flowing,
my pencil starts smoking
from the flurry of words
rushing out so fast 
that I am glad
the pristine landscape
keeps rolling,
         so I may
                inlay it
     with my poetry.

As I get
     to a sandy road,
I look back
             into those changing pools of blue,
she still sits there
             with her pen in her mouth,
and I get flustered
             by her prismatic sensuality,
then watch my idea flicker away.