by Emily Marie
I walked through the sliding door to the deck outside
The seemingly magical setting was a shock.
Behind this somewhat ordinary and small house
was revealed to be a glistening, green, other world.
The back yard of the boy who liked me.
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Emily Marie lives a spontaneous, on-the-move lifestyle, though she finds peace in routine. She writes poetry sporadically when a moment in time has somehow fixed itself to her inner musings. Delving into the moment, she identifies the minutiae, desiring to describe them accurately, artfully, and to convey the potent mood of the scene at hand. Instead of a journal, she forms experiences and emotions into short, expressive poems. Subjects of interest: landscapes, oddities and acquaintances.