Somewhere, there in her eyes,
a distance brought near
a past, a memory as if from a cloud...
now so clear as it rests upon small shoulders
ever light as dust in sunbeams to rise in air.
And watchful eyes from walls of time
wandered like a shadow to the passing moments
like wind in curtained night, and night
is where she is ever young and hopeful
[when thoughts are a restless echo...]
to take you there, keep you near
near the ageless part of me, close
in the smallest parts of what i shall see
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt... by ariazephyrzoe.
1000 points, ended November 21, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful...and beautiful eyes of the beholder...
And watchful eyes from walls of time
wandered like a shadow to the passing moments
like wind in curtained night, and night
is where she is ever young and hopeful
I agree with Mari and Ms Tara...Thank you for sharing your talent Sir
Anna Lee
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simply beautiful...
Loved that first line, drew me right in and the entire poem lingers with me.
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Anna made a great choice with that picture, and you added a wonderful interpretation of what you saw there.
Second stanza has an excellent image and feel, fitting so well with the picture prompt.
Very nice work Howard
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this is beautiful, I love the sense of having her there no matter what you see.
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