Chanced Air

There was a certain air about her.
She exhaled it in deeply measured stutters as
I watched her weave her way through the raindrops
Harbour bound.
There she wrestled with her skirt and
Cut the wind with her frolic although there
Remained this melancholic frisson that blurred
Her edges if not her reasons.
I inhaled her certain air by chance.
I think I tasted home.
Perhaps that was her mission.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-12-04 at 00:54

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What a great poem Jenks! loved it, the title is fabulous. I love the metaphor and she does have 'a certain air about her' Irresistable, springs to mind.

Grinning at you

Tai
2008-12-05


Kathy Lockhart
For me I saw ship emerging through the mist, she was the way home. this was lovely.
2008-12-04


normalil
I saw a real picture here, but could not quite make it out...i am still pondering. Liked it though.
2008-12-04


Rob Graber
Sort of the opposite of home sickness? Oh, no, home sickness as in being (still) sick of home?!
I can see (and smell) her; loved this one!

:-,?
2008-12-04