Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Ribbons of sad clouds
Laced pink like lovers smiles
Wistfully waning
View through windshield
Echoing gentle solitude
When evening falls softly
Memories the map of my heart
Guiding me through a deserted life
Where I tread forgotten streets
Winding like penitence
Paths best abandoned

Her familiar smile greeting me
With welcome forgiveness
My heart rejoicing
With simple acceptance
That the past is archived
Into volumes of dead literature
Books perused
In timid brevity

Sitting sipping tea
The moments spring forward
Like a slow warm front
With gusts of anxiety
Her present a silent prayer
Revealed to me in snap shots
Hazelnut eyes dancing about
Like votive candles flickering
With soulful supplication
Her sixty year old body
Feeling the deluge of time
Flooding her mind
Feeling fortune of still being alive
Like a divine blessing
Whose expiration date
Shuffles like a nun
In autumnal evening song

this is so softly powerful, john
one of your best
i'm feeling the emotions still (2nd reading still wandering through my mind)

very beautiful john, a loving tribute to someone special crafted with
delicate choices of language that demonstrate that love....well done...

Judih, last night was a special night with her. She asked me, out of the blue, to take her for tea. As soon as she opened the door she was beaming. Thank you my desert rose.

Saw, she is a beautiful person. I appreciate your reading. This poem holds powerful personal significance to me.

John