Ellen

This is a poem I had to write in my Romanticism class. We had 15 minutes and we had to write according to Wordsworthian structure. After we had the time to write, my Professor asked which of us were "poets" or which of us write poetry on our own. When I raised my hand he asked me what kind of poetry I write and then he said, "Well, good then you can go first." When I was done reading he said, "Well I hope everyone else is intimidated because that was really good!" Yeah I was proud. Anyways, I think this is a nice break from all my downer poetry lately.

There she goes,
my little piece of happiness
tilting her head from side to side.
She doesn't see
how her little golden ringlets
bounce when she runs,
or how the sun's rays
highlight each strand's natural beauty.
She doesn't know
that her royal azures shine
when she looks at me,
or that her two front teeth
are the only ones she needs
to make me love her.
Body tilted forward,
hands by her side,
she runs through the summer's grass,
and I've never seen anything
quite so funny.