Black Poetry : Las Angelinas

[river]

I heard her important sounding boots on the pavement
I didn't turn around but I knew it was a "her"
It was a "her" sounding sound
An important her
Campared to the soft patter of my Sketchers
It sounded like the approach of doom
Somebody was going to be in big trouble
Not me
I kept walking
Aqua Fina in one hand
Umbrella in the other
When I moved the umbrella rain slid off my upper lip
And slipped into the bottle
It was just a silly nonsensical Angelina thing
Wearing tennis shoes and drinking water in the rain
But it made me feel more important to the sky
More important to the itinerary of water
Than clunky heels and troubled minds

 

[$$RICH$$]

river this was tyte and well scribe
i like the way u created the workmenship to this flow

 

[watzinaname]

You really know how to work a pen. You just draw us all up into a scene with your words.

 

[MzBlkAngel]

this was tight
well posed
flow on diggin this one
Peace
Angel

 

[deepy]

I was there..
with your water images..
rain water, drinking water
both touching lips..
you took me to mystery and apprehension
and then you said "not me"
and drank of the water..
i loved this piece..
wonderful
thanks