Poems, Writing

“The Thinker” Poem

“The Thinker” by Jazmyne Bisquera

One shoulder up,

One shoulder down.

A hand living humbly under your chin

And your right arm,

Resting on the chair,

Because it belongs there.

You are the God of sunsets

Master of midnight,

Lovechild of the Bermuda Triangle

And the promiscuous moon.

You are a child’s laugh,

Dreams, hopes, wishes

And Rubiks Cubes,

The smile on my face

As I watch the clouds float by

You are confusing and frustrating

And wonderful and lovely.

You are the one thing I can’t put my finger on

And I only wish that I knew

Just exactly how to understand you.

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