Varsovienne
This word was born
In Warsaw, New York
to Frederick Chopin
and Isabel Archer.
Its voice is the chorus
of an exaltation of larks.
Its smile is a cascade
Of magnolia blossoms.
Its heart is an archipelago.
This word smells of
The wild and the new.
It has the eyes of a pirate.
They scatter the clouds.
This word is an arc of light
transformed into a wave of sound.
Lavalier
This word was
born to Elvis Presley
and Helen of Troy
in Balzac, Colorado.
It has the outlandish ears
of the Countess of Blessington
and the reckless liver
of Anne Boleyn.
Its eyes are
two crystal balls.
Its heart smells
of eucalyptus.
This word
is a thin
white feather.
Parthenocarpy
This word comes from
a very good family.
Its father is Duke Ellington.
Its mother is Elinor Dashwood.
It grew up in Kansas, Arkansas.
This word has the deep
decorous eyes of Albert Schweitzer,
and the magical heart
of Ringo Starr.
This word possesses
the inner incongruities
necessary to embrace
that most elusive
of all treasures . . .
Faith.
I like this poem very much. The concept is a new one, and a refreshing take on the subject matter.