she stands when you ask her to sit
she obeys the law during the day
and breaks it at night
she walks boldly into dark alleys
and comes out the other side unscathed
she is a super hero
in pedestrian clothing
she lights up rooms with bright scarves
feigning frivolity with floral prints
she is a damsel in (distress)
tiny and fearful in a summer dress
she thrives as contradiction
you met her once
but she wrapped up the memory in
purple paper, and topped it
with exotic flowers
you want to unwrap it
you’re dying to remember
what she looked like, aching
for her intoxicating scent
to ignite you
but the memory-
she just wrapped it up too nice
so instead it remains hazy
you just
leave it be and
admire its beautiful package
Some call it red 
Beautiful
thank you 🙂
Thanks for liking my poem “Light”.
I love “she was a memory” especially the lines:
she is a super hero
in pedestrian clothing
I can imagine this as a song.
Cheers,
Dennis
thanks Dennis! It was a pleasure to read your poem.
she
escapes boundaries
that define
her
love it
I loved it! I like your flow and rhythm, your choice of words to invoke images. You are a must follow!
aw thank you so much!! 😀 really appreciate you taking your time to read my work.
Likewise! 🙂
Wow. It makes me nearly angry how well you write.
Though it is far too generous a comment, it is much appreciated, especially from you who writes so gorgeously.
I think its absolutely very well deserved. Beautiful words here..
I love the way your words flow here, beautiful 🙂
Thank you so much andy 🙂
^_^
Ooh, very nice! Holds my interest with every line; nice and dense with imagery and meaning.
Thank you for this lovely comment 🙂
If my name is on it, I will always open the package to see what is inside. I like this poem — for its possible hidden meaning — you’ve written. Was a hidden meaning intended?
Always. Hidden meanings are why I love poetry.
See how I “get” you? Timeless, spaceless knowing… you are like a gift placed at my door…
I remember her.