Open Poetry #3 |
On Passing my Youth |
Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I see her reflection in the store window. A girl sits alone contemplating the sidewalk. Dark curles hide the curve of her cheek. The sun shimmers in her hair like fireflies on a moonless night. Her toe taps on the cement belying her calm, telling of a small turmoil, the heart beat of first love, the anguish of the search. I see the curve of her hip, the round beguile of her breast, her lips delicate as petals, her eyes bright with longing. I see her dream dancing in graceful abandon, the effortless flow of energy, the silken, slither of her youth. Have I left behind that time of bare shoulders, that time of miracles and heavy breathing? I smile at my reflection in the store window. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Beautiful, Martie! I loved this! ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Excellent Martie....I was there on the street with you, seeing the reflection in the window. Nice imagery |
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