the woman in a yellow robe
she sits quietly on her futonher brown hair falling gently
down her neck resting gently
on her back
her stare blank and distant
as if searching the galaxy for answers
while pondering her unbridle journey
through life
as she gently holds her left breast
her yellow robe carelessly falls from her
pale shoulders exposing her right breast
in all its glory, it begs to tell its own
poignant story
her only friend the canine lies quietly
resting on her thigh, as if consoling her
in this her moment of
melancholy cry
as I look in her eyes I see into a soul full
with the daunting stories of old
deceit and grief pain and suffering
many of which she has
never told
she is older now and lost the tempo of life
but this woman in a yellow robe
her womb once
satisfied but never sanctified
still awaiting the elusive serenade
carries the scars of a woman
betrayed
Earl S. Jackson
Sep 2006
Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.
Poetry by Earl Jackson
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Written on 2006-09-18 at 06:09
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