My poem…..Untitled (And it basically sucks!) Any opinions?
This is my first poem that I have written except for a school assignment. It’s pretty bad, but oh well.
She lifts her head, glancing around
Through her designer sunglasses, you can see her eyes.
The eyes that seem to burn holes in people’s backs.
The eyes that are grey and smoldering like fire.
So intense that no one dares to defy her.
She snaps her perfectly manicured fingers and a pool boy comes to her side.
“Mint infused water.”
No please, no smile. She gets what she wants, without them.
No one refuses a beauty.
She purses her lips and taps her foot impatiently.
When the water comes, she takes a small sip.
Adjusting her sundress, she stands up.
Standing with poise and perfect posture, she walks over to the small bridge.
Taking a camera from her tote bag, she snaps a picture.
Everyone around her stops and begins to watch.
She smiles and ties her curly blond hair into a messy ponytail.
She takes her expensive wedge heels off slowly.
As she pushes her sunglasses up onto her head her eyes begin to glisten.
The smile that is rarely seen comes out, showing her perfectly straight, white teeth.
She snaps another picture, this one of the waterfall, of the rocks gleaming in the water.
She walks across the bridge, into the shaded area, taking pictures the whole way.
The people around her stare, shocked.
This beautiful, arrogant, selfish girl is a photographer?
She takes pictures?
One brave child walks up to her.
“Excuse me girl, can I see your pictures?”
The boy’s parents brace themselves, waiting her attack on their son.
She grins and pulls a stack of photos out of her bag, a pile bound with a rubber band.
He looks quickly through and smiles.
She hands him a few, and sends him back to his parents.
The young boy shows his parents, and they are speechless.
Nobody could have imagined the talent of this young girl.
She couldn’t have been more than 15 or 16, and yet her work was
Her work was breathtaking.
She caught every detail, an image captured forever on paper.
The trees, the small blades of grass.
She had some of crowds of people, showing the diversity of them.
And as that young girl walked away from the pool, she turned for one final glance.
And captured the boy and his parents in a tight embrace, capturing their love.
What do you think of it?