i peer into the shining bath
gaping deep into what i've lost.
how do i feel it again?
do i reach?
should i?
what am i allowed to feel with this,
when i see her glimmering face
and all her laughter.
is it the ripples that make me shiver?
i scan her glowing irises
tilting my chin high above my smoking footsteps.
it's quiet, all of a sudden, the music back to scales.
and then her light catches my eye,
she's different yet there's familiarity,
almost family,
in the deepness of her twinkling.
i listen to the patter of all i know,
spare a flicker to feel what i was searching for.
then unclasp the knot of her hollow umbrellas
watching them pop among pelicans and angels
ignoring the string plaited round my burning ankles
and the shallow reasons to follow them.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
what am i allowed to feel with this?- what a question?
"watching them pop among pelicans and angels ignoring the string plaited round my burning ankles" Oooo, I especially loved these lines! Fantastic poem!