My Tumblr Girl
Soaring Vistas.
Tiny Treasures.
A Braid of Hair.
The Innocent Heart.
Placed within a dusky blue frame
only by a scroll bar tamed
(“tamed” is slightly.)
My eye does see
inspiration lightly.
Before the end of week:
Girl in Green dress
washing restaurant hands.
“Where’s your forest breeze?”
I ask, her beauty I do see.
We long for models’ life of ease
yet in contentment, our soul’s appeased.
A moment to breathe
and so we become
the model ourself
yet we are undone.
A picture “self-admired”
is “over-aware” I know;
Only looking outward
do we radiate our glow.
For a mountain was made to look at.
Self-preen, that it does not.
So live your life in contentment
And enjoy the “Forget-me-nots.”
Tumblr changed the way I look at the world. I see so many beautiful girls who don’t know it, it breaks my heart. This poem is for you. <3
