chatoyant

chatoyant

A Chapter by freelancejouster






does she see it?

miniscule girl,
floating like a dream,
a whisper, a whim, a wash of whimsy,
courage in her heart
and laughter on her tongue.

brush of gossamer wing
to plump toddler arm
emits a shrieking squeal of glee.

daylight fades to twilight,
passing in and out
of golden hour
with the drift of cloud and shadow,

and still,
with frail limbs
and crooked teeth,
hunched back and brittle smile,

she frolics
as she had hours ago,
when she was young.







© 2012 freelancejouster


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freelancejouster
chatoyant: changing in luster or color

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a clear picture of youth and aging and how the time just flies by and transformation is too fast. if i ever get to be brittle, please put me out of my misery. like this one.

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Added on November 15, 2011
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