i'm late, i'm late...
and i'm not even following the prompt...
but i am showing up,
even if i am looking a little disheveled and unkempt,
harried and out of hand.
but i'm here.
and there she began
in burgandy and green
silent as a whisper
strong and serene.
in her eyes
i watched whales glide by...
she barely seemed to notice,
never batted an eye.
and where did she end?
i never could say
she just disappeared
from the quiet corner of my mind
one day.
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Very interesting, I get the sense of your inner child.
I love "in her eyes I watched whales glide by"--the rest is good, too!
A mesmerizing little poem... just wonderful...
I took at it that the person within woke up to the realities around her. The poem seems to glide easily along.
i think this is my favorite of yours to date ... very moving and flows so beautifully ... lovely
This was so peaceful and relaxing. You created a wonderful mood while telling a story and being poetic all at the same time. I really enjoyed "never batted an eye." I pay lots of attention to how often actors blink on television. I don't think it would be so easy in life, but this poem just grabbed me and didn't let go.
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