She watches from the doorway
Remembering every moment
If you could look through her eyes
You could feel the love
That radiates through the dust and the grim
Only she knew the deeper meaning
held within the frame
Only she felt the abcense of a man in her life
They just noticed the lack of aftershave and clothes
She smiles as she turns to leave
Always a magpie
Collecting things to keep her heart warm
Now she would throw them to the wind
Knowing now the truth of life and death
And the beauty that lay before her
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 3:36 AM UTC
She watches from the doorway
Remembering every moment
If you could look through her eyes
You could feel the love
That radiates through the dust and the grim
Only she knew the deeper meaning
held within the frame
Only she felt the abcense of a man in her life
They just noticed the lack of aftershave and clothes
She smiles as she turns to leave
Always a magpie
Collecting things to keep her heart warm
Now she would throw them to the wind
Knowing now the truth of life and death
And the beauty that lay before her
This is inspired by Jp's 'Estate sale' ...thanku kind sir for being here, it makes all the difference to my poetic experience
