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SHE IS by Eva Marie Cagley


She is
 
But a phantom of imagination
Dancing on a downy breath of a kiss
Searching for her lost soul
In the midnight moist mist.
 
Deep within the tangled jungle of her mind
Looking for a story to rhyme
She is out to spend a dime
And get hooked in the story line.
 
She is but a phantom of imagination
Dressed in purple velvet of condemnation
She is sailing swiftly in the air
Taking no one without a care.
 
She’s the keeper of your dreams
All your childhood schemes.
Caught up on the window screen
Lost within just a human being…
 
She spies an indigo lake she straddles
Along her ID she paddles
She will do the battles
With her earthly travels.
 
Sailing along on the crisp clear azure water
She wonders around but doesn’t faulter
Keeping he ID from the fodder
Of her mundane minds border.
 
She is but a phantom of imagination
Living long ago with fascination
Kissing the indigo sky with lips of gold
Lost within her soul and growing old…

 
© Eva Marie Cagley


 

Eva Marie Cagley was born and raised in Waterloo Iowa, where she spent most of her time working with teenagers in a group home and at a Juvenile Detention Center as a counsellor. Working with teenagers gave her great joy, having had none of her own. She comes from a large family of nine children having six brothers and two sisters. She has always had a love for poetry, and has published 4 poetry books of her own, including her latest The Airwaves of My Soul, available on Lulu.com and Amazon Kindle. Connect with Eva via Email:  eva.marie11@hotmail.com  or  cagley11@aol.com





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  1. EvaMarieCagleyDecember 10, 2020 at 11:29 AM

    Thanks so much Catherine Schweig for publishing my poem! xx

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