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Saturday, March 28, 2009

...

She hums a simple tune
gazing up to a dieing moon
as frail hands reach out
lips pucker and pout,
wishing on falling stars
never got her very far.

Standing in fields of May
where daisies bow and pray
a heart beat wind dances
reminds her of love's chances,
caught between tides
caught between lies.

Her wings have been clipped
but that dark blade slipped
spilling a travelers secret
to paint the canvas of regret,
lines follow infinity...
colored in divinity.

5 comments:

sudharm baxi said...

Loved the simplicity
and the innovative rhyming..

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

Hmmm, someone's cheating on me(lol)
Beautiful imagery, Sarah-Paige:)

ambersun said...

Hi again

A lovely poem. Sad but pretty.

What do you mean in the last stanza? Does she hurt herself - physically or emotionally or both?

Amber

Anonymous said...

You have two very nice blogs. :) Thanks for stopping by mine.

Sarah Siwicki said...

Hello everyone, thanks so much for the comments and Amber, I think she is hurt in both ways, but more emotionally ...