Curtains closed,
the stage went bare . . .
Costumes hung
with reckless care
Bouquets rushed
from door to door
Petals strewn
across the floor
Kisses thrown
Embraces swept
Applause, lush garland
'round the neck . . .
But there she lingered,
statue fair,
diamonds woven through her hair,
shivering 'neath lights' warm glare,
rose of silk with shattered stare
like broken glass --
He was not there.
2 comments:
This is so beautiful. And sad.Your poems are just verbal pictures. That is a rare gift!
Hello, Sherri!
Even as we write, we don't always realize what picture or message is evolving. I'll be thinking about this poem for a while. Thank you for walking through it, and for your very kind words.
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