I watched her as if she was taking her clothes off...

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Open Poetry #46

I watched her as if she was taking her clothes off...

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2010-10-19 07:25 PM

I watched her as if she was taking her clothes off.
She could see my thoughts being woven so tight, the wind hugged it as a harness and hugged so tight.
I watched her skin evolve into another brush
Of faint drops of paint falling onto the ledge of the canvass

She was torn, like the end of the cuffs to her winter coat.
The ripples on her shirt became mine to pick through,
To pick through the cornfields,
The ripened stacks of where she held her clothes
In the drawer of her lost room, her lost childhood.

Her tears never seemed to end the pain
Of the people she trusted, the people she loved,
So she grew colder until winter had to turn the other way.

For time offers no apologies,
She became a woman one fateful day.
Her hair was longer now, shoulder length
Skin slightly pale, with makeup amiss,
Complexion gracefully skimming the ponds face.

She often wondered what it would feel like to be Jessica,
To be someone else that walked around with a smile that fanned the hallways.
Wondered how it would feel to be happy without the scars,
Without the nightmares of 40 nights still taunting her small plaid skirt,
Her tiny wrapped, white button down shirt,
Walking down the halls of Church every Sunday.

ItÕs easy to live in the present,
Yet the past has a way of never leaving your side,
So sometimes she sits at the park and watches the children play.
Watches their feet move so gingerly, their hips can barely keep along.
Their innocence is unmatched; tongues wagging at the side of their mouth, twirling and spinning as the red ball circles the lightly leaved pavement.

She sits until she feels slightly tired
Slightly restless at the notion of another sleepless night,
A bed that wonÕt ease her pain,
So she runs to a familiar place,
She runs to the cornfields where the rest of us canÕt see her face.

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

1 posted 2010-10-21 08:07 PM

Enjoyed...James

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

2 posted 2010-10-24 05:26 PM

Thanks, James...appreciate it.

Cheers

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