pacifique

juvenile poetess
 
her eyes light up mornings,
although she knows no mother;
in simple adornings,
she hungers for no other,
because she knows that deeper depths of love
are greater than swift eye or tongue can prove.
 
her sotto voce songs
entice the newborn daylight
to pacify the wrongs
that constitute her stage fright;
for, when the shades of night wither away,
she dares not swoon in daytime beaujolais.
 
her name is pacifique,
her nature eye-of-tempest;
her penchant pro-afrique,
her spirit queen of conquest.
for her indomitable will awakes
with greater power, when all the earth more quakes.
 
juvenile poetess,
she tangos with word-rations
that humble souls will bless—
though proud hearts she refashions!
not long will she, a savant in disguise,
withhold truths that are hidden from the wise.
 
© Copyright 2023 December 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫