Friday, March 30, 2007

friday's poetry thursday...

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.

7 comments:

Brian said...

Very interesting, I get the sense of your inner child.

pepektheassassin said...

I love "in her eyes I watched whales glide by"--the rest is good, too!

Regina Clare Jane said...

A mesmerizing little poem... just wonderful...

Marcia said...

I took at it that the person within woke up to the realities around her. The poem seems to glide easily along.

daisies said...

i think this is my favorite of yours to date ... very moving and flows so beautifully ... lovely

la vie en rose said...

fAbULoUS! i'm so glad you showed up. it was well worth the wait!

Clockworkchris said...

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.