Can You Dig Her?

 Can You Dig Her?


Can you dig her

original orchestrated

rhythms and rhymes?


Can you dig her

harmoniously, harvested melodies?


Can you dig her

stupendously performed spoken words?


Can you dig her

thought-provoking and mind-blowing meanings?


Can you dig her

passion and devotion towards

Archeology and Paleontology?


Can you dig her

love and giddiness she feels

while excavating artifacts, bones, and fossils?


Can you dig her

willingness to help other poets and writers out by having had an online open mic night for the past fourteen years?


Can you dig her

demeanor of kindness, caring, and giving completely unbiased interpretations of those readers on her broadcast?


Can you dig her

supporting others like herself out of the kindness of her own heart?


Can you dig 

all of her creations

not just her writings and spoken words

like her wonderful custom-made costumes?


Can you dig her

listening to and thoroughly

enjoying her favorite songs?


Can you dig her

not ever thinking that being a creator

is a race nor a competition with all other creators?


Can you dig her

happiness whenever someone actually listens to her and mentions it to her?


Can you dig her being one with nature and the universe?


Can you dig her

being a single mother?


Can you dig her

being an extremely smart, strong, brave and independent woman?


Can you dig her

inspiration comes from anywhere and everywhere and at any given time?


Can you dig her

thoughts, believes, and ideologies on life?


Can you dig 

everything thing about her

strengths, and weaknesses

perfections, and imperfections?


Can you dig her

name is the one and only

wonderful, beautiful and truly talented

Nyla Alisia!

Comments

  1. The Speakeasy CafeAugust 27, 2020 at 7:40 PM

    Thank you so much for this, hun! xoxoxo

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    1. Eric ShelmanAugust 27, 2020 at 8:21 PM

      You're warmly welcome, Speak Easy Cafe! Truly glad you loved it.

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    2. Eric ShelmanAugust 27, 2020 at 8:27 PM

      Xoxoxoxoxoxoxos! ❤😍🤗🤓😁🤔

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  2. Mari FelicesOctober 18, 2020 at 2:05 AM

    Wonderful poem

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    1. Eric ShelmanOctober 19, 2020 at 4:10 AM

      Thanks so much for liking my poem, Mari Felices! I truly appreciate it.

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