She takes the flowers and chocolate box
bony fingers
picking fluff
swatting fly
tearing petals
whispered nonsense
imagined scenes
jumbled mind
tapping knuckles
blank confusion
shrouded past
condensed future
drooping head
milky eyes
misting over
eyelids fold
I bend to kiss her wrinkled brow.
True to the moment, you've conveyed anguish with few words. There is no sadder sight than witnessing a loved one stare at her/his own hands as though the hands of a stranger. Nice poem.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
josie
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