30 June 2006
Bent
Her hair sweeps the carpet
as she arches her body
bending over backwards
to unravel the braiding
of your thoughts
your words.
Chinks of sunlight
shine in her tresses
while piece by final peace
an understanding flourishes.
She straightens
then stands
giddy with the loss
of blood to her head
and losses of another kind
she sits
to imagine
stroking your suede cheek.
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5 comments:
You provide great imagery with your words, you should try to publish or perhaps you have done so already. I am captivated by your poems, they each tell a story that stays glued to the mind.
This is a really strong poem Leigh! As a reader I can understand most of it but are left wondering as to the actual events (as it should be!). Personal and universal.
Cheers
Glenn
Thank you both :)
Four more sleeps to Rarotonga, yeehaa!
Really lovely and filled with motion, Leigh! Mind if I link up?
Hi Russell, would love to link up, thank's for visiting again :)
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