She hurries into the elevator
notes from a long forgotten melody
assail her senses...
silver shards of then
vanquish her world of now
She floats in slow motion
above an overgrown pathway
strewn with unmarked graves
of abandoned memories
grown too heavy
for her journey
She breathes in his smell
hears their laughter...
fingers to lips
words whispered in sync
a foot finding its place
at the close of an evening
wrapped together
in shared sadness
the door opens...
she exhales...hurries out
back to the safe
world of now
Clever writer you. A snuk of words tickling down the page revealing a sneak peep of an even longer poem? ..I'm sure. Great stuff. Maybe a part 2.? hurry ...get writing..lol
Wonderful eloquently creative way of bringing us into the sensual rush and psychic pain at the same time!
Secret though Pat, I'm so afraid of tight spaces I have to cover face in hands in the elevators when I MUST take them, otherwise, I'm a stairway gal.
Blessings,
Christine
Elevators do give you pause for thoughts but they are lost with the opening door.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 2, 2011
I see you conquered your word problem of yesterday, Pat, and in fine fashion I might add. Dark poetry is supposed to grab us by the throat and not let go until the last line is read. "Tripping On The Music" did that wonderfully. It sparked an idea about me and my childhood friend (who died two weeks ago) that I may try to do something with.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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Thanks Dick
Secret though Pat, I'm so afraid of tight spaces I have to cover face in hands in the elevators when I MUST take them, otherwise, I'm a stairway gal.
Blessings,
Christine
Cheers,
Dan