Mug Poem by Areese Woodson

Mug



Stars made over the Earth with shade with shade.
Their steady eyes rest on her portrait.
She smiles as a queen holding a life in her arms;
Flowing as a newborn poet.
Eyes being the ocean glowing with a warm radiance,
And rising steam as the words.

Sunday, April 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Areese Woodson

Areese Woodson

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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