Gaze

Standing gazing through the window
She slips the golden gauzes full length
Between her thumb and finger and lets
The sound that whispers enter her ear.

That is the volume she craves tonight...
But...

Her ear is full of the puerile animosity
Drifting through her door half open...
She is beginning to think the world is lost and broken.
She sadly gazes at the cost of covering up
The scenes that should be open to all of us...

Beauty is truth in all its forms
No matter how ugly we are...
Shush shush...
Let her gaze at the gauzes that billow-

Imagine how she might hide... then
Whip the weeping willow.













Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-11-26 at 23:58

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Kind of stark, the difference between what we would like and the reality that lurks outside, especially when you know what you want, and the lurking gets in the way. I like this, something familiar about it.
2010-11-27


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Jenks!! This poem is so strong, so full of potent imagery. What is your secret? There is no end to your talent. A pleasure to read..

Regards,
John.
2010-11-27