I see this women frozen in memory. She invokes a longing, almost haunting desire to recapture youth. An age of innocence and lost love kind of thing, wispy and dreamlike.
She is forever standing
at our secret pond
beneath our loving tree.
Welcome late-spring breeze
lifting summer dress and hat
ever so slightly.
She is dropping a rose
frozen forever in time
it cascades from her hand.
Around her, the pond,
the cat-tails, the bird song,
all captured deliciously.
She is smiling playfully
as rose follows petals
to rest amidst lily-pads.
A buzz of bumblebee,
breeze dancing leaves above,
mid-morning sun seems to kiss her.
She laughs hearing her name
turns with anticipation
burned forever is the sight.
Even as life continues -
for that split second
her beauty is immortalized.
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I really love this poem. I love the way the image and memory of this beautiful girl is caught in time, and no matter what else happens, that one moment remains forever pure and untouched.
Tracy
Hi my name is Tracy I just wanted to say that your poem was reaaly deep and I truellly liked it hope to see more of your work. Thank you! Tracy
Aine
Beautifully written. Very suttle yet surrounds you with an ambience of fantasy.
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