Silhouettes On The Wall ~Visions She Recalls

 

She walks amongst them…standing in grocery lines

feeling soundless pain - watching others…

mothers, fathers, children

Admiring-

but herself, feeling alone... empty

 

She sits in her chair at night

visualizing, pondering

pretending she hears him whisper…

as his breath drifts peacefully over her somber heart

 

She reaches out to embrace him…

but- he slips - like mercury thru' her open fingers

 like a soft velvet breeze flowing thru’ Celestial orbs

each essence evaporating like a heartbeat

in the  cool, crisp evening air

 

“Take my hand” - she whispers…

“Let’s walk together under the soft moonlite’

with the soft, velvet grass tickling our feet

like soft feathers on our naked feet

Will you please take my hand just one more time…

and follow me tonight’?”

 

His memory- like fluid water

crystal clear, yet so elusive ~

but oh so conclusive…

slipping thru’ her fingers with passing time-

with long ago memories hidden…

Yes, hidden in her fragile heart

down its corridors of delicate whispers

that slip thru’ her fingers

like blu’, silky wispy fingers of lite’

As she sits alone in the night

with wrinkles on her face - scars in her heart

 she pictures their silhouettes dancing close together

Looking back at elusive time ~

falling into step with the rhythms of the past

floating across her empty room at nite’

She closes her eyes, wishing he was there…

dancing together just one more time…

like two silhouettes on her bedroom wall

 

 

Reviews

[sharonlee]

Such haunting depth woven in tender tones... and how keenly I relate...
The soft graceful expressions and details are exquisitely beautiful.

Peace & Hugs Anne dear... a delight to be able to read your poetic thoughts again.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Oh I thank you so much dear Sharon, I have always enjoyed reading & sharing one another's writngsread moreOh I thank you so much dear Sharon, I have always enjoyed reading & sharing one another's writngs
Love and hugs
anne

[A. Amos]

This one is deep yet very interesting, as the pain of missing the one you love...you expressed marvelously and the value of times and memories you crafted very neatly...reading your work is true pleasure my dear, thank you so very much...

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

It is a true pleasure having you read them my friend

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Oh poet friend...we are but dreamers and schemers of the written words and visions that hide in our souls - are we not?
Thank you as always Sami... for sharing

[Sami Khalil]

"Yes hidden in her fragile heart



Down its corridors of delicate whispers



That slip thru’ her fingers



Like blu’, silky wispy fingers of lite’



As she sits alone in the night



With wrinkles on her face - scars in her heart"
A visionary write to say the least. So dreamy like...Pen on dear poetess...:)