With trembling tongue
I search for words
That will not come
Though I feel
Emotions with fervor
The zesty taste
I secretly savor
Drawing a blank
On gilded page
Left untouched
Purple ribbon saved
Meaning oh so much
Gathering dust
A reminder
Of sentimental ties
That have yet to rust
Of a past left
Somewhere
In my back pocket
The weight ensures
My crown does not
Hurtle like a rocket
To outer space
Where recognition
No longer knows my face
Keeping me
Ever
Grounded
Forever
Eating humble pie
As I dance
The weight never
Seems to glide
Off of hips leaner
Not!
Rounded full
Of sweet
Memories
Deliciously
Keeping me
Ever
On the ground
Within surround
Sound
Of my
Sentimental ties
And that suits me
Just fine
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014
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