she's powerful

She’s a beautiful girl
with a smile that smiles, almost by itself
and as sweet as dear pears.

She has a pretty mouth
and on her lips, with or without lipstick
fresh and shining, purple and crimson sunsets.

She’s powerful,
so is she that once, she says,
almost caught a fleeting comet by its tail.

There she’s
so silently looking at me,
I smile and she smiles back,
we get close but I can’t find words.

Oh God, in what possible way can we describe
a woman half way around the world, yet, so close to me?

Fidel Guerra, Oregon, October 31, 2020.​

 

What a beautiful composition. She is for you the perfect reason to live and write, the perfect reason to be happy. I love this part: ¨She's powerful, so is she that once, she says, she almost caught a fleeting comet by its tail .¨ Wonderful image. Hugs and kisses my dear friend. Applauses.

 

María Jose,
pure luck, that’s what it’s.
I always do my best to write more eloquent, yet, every time I reach that limit of simple poetry, nothing more.
But once or twice in a decade some cool phrases come up. I’ m aware of that. This lady’s presence is mysterious,
quiet, in like manner, she’s everywhere I turn, almost in the moon. Indeed, she's perfect for this poetic dude.

thanks for never-tiring mensajes.
Peace, hugs y besos from the west to you.

Fidel Guerra.

 

Uh, interesting details, well good luck hunting that mysterious girl.