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Only for a Moment...

A woman out of An oil painting caught in the rain
Leaving behind the elegant frame that she came from
She stands in contemplation, watching a man walking by on the other side
A dashing man carrying paints in his hands
With black frames covering his eyes
And in her mind plays out their whole lives

A smile begins to play across her face
Her heart from time to time begins to race
And her body can not hide her thoughts anymore
And she forgets that it was just a dream
And she feels real for once as she washes slowly away

Moments fleeing into memories
Their hide-a-way amongst the hills
Words sharing themselves forever turned into echoes
They watch angels as they sleep upon the moonlit clouds
And they display their love for each-other
And tell each-other that they will never forget

In the background she could hear the sounds of clocks
Tick-tok; tick-tok; tick-tok playing their song
Just like the sound of his heart beats
A lullaby so soothing and calm
And for a moment she saw his eyes staring back into hers
And only for a moment...

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  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    October 16, 2007

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    Oh interesting tale....
    perhaps to hold reader's interest...some pencil sharpening....
    watch "An"

    If there is anythign I learned about writing free verse, it was to play with words and meanings, force oneself to cut out extra words..press the poem....
    perhaps liek this...
    Oil-painted woman, caught in rain,
    leaving frame to contemplate
    a dashing man carrying paints
    black frames covering his eyes

    A smile plays across her face
    racing heart at reality

    Their hilled hide-away
    echoes into forever
    where angels sleep on moonlit clouds

    sounds of clocks
    Tick-tok; tick-tok; tick-tok
    song of his heart beats

    a lullaby

    his eyes stared back into hers

    only for a moment
    before she was brushed
    back into her own portrait

    I added the last two liens to circle back to your opening... it allows for it to happen again, as well...