A poem about an author. Reviews are always appreciated.

Easy glances

slow, meaningful blows

jumbled up in mixed confusion

her tiltes glasses reflect

life, love, laughter, labour, light and

fear. hers.

odd habbits quI BbLE U P.

AND OLd oNEs G o down

with each step she ever takes closer

a marathon of thoughts rush and run

water tickles harder and her bones

a pencil can only move so fast

erruptions cannot be blocked

magma can spew or glide

lava hot cool not yes

She lets wander around and above

go go gO! thERE hERE Go!

and she does.

Pop and rhythm beat on her fingers

tunes and tempo race with typos

all harmonious from her fingers

She, unable to know ahead the end

looks looks lookS! fACE rACE look!

and she does.