I see her frozen in time.
I hold her gaze carefully.
I''m watching her and reading
deep into her very soul.
Within her is a wild spirit
simply begging to be free.
Innocent brown eyes staring
at me. White flowers peek
from the waves of her long
dark hair. My eyes focus
on what is in her hand
and then she's gone. I've
seen what few can see.
This one is a faerie, waiting
for me to join her.
She is my sister.
Author notes
I commented on shuffling the days away by LavenderSadism.
Written July 15th, 2005
A contest entry
- The Getting Better Poets Contest by Ime.
400 points, ended August 12, 2005, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Beautiful write for your sister
Keep writing, this was a beautiful write which was really well written
All the best,
Pozo
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A tender poem, very descriptive and I loved the old spelling of the the word faerie. The mystery of what it was she had in her hand, made me wonder. Enjoyed reading this, a gentle poem. Thank you
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