pen and ink drawing
from an open window
a woman
watches the world
of butterflies
transparent waves
of sun and air
in her gaze
a certain wistfulness
the landscapes
change
the soil is still
deep red
on the cement walls
staid epitaphs--
from her brush
black paint
drips...
from her lips
the memories
that mix
today with yesterday
trees with trees
and an occasional song
from an open window
a woman
watches the world
of butterflies
transparent waves
of sun and air
in her gaze
a certain wistfulness
the landscapes
change
the soil is still
deep red
on the cement walls
staid epitaphs--
from her brush
black paint
drips...
from her lips
the memories
that mix
today with yesterday
trees with trees
and an occasional song
raffael,
ReplyDeletewonderful poem! thanks for sharing your talent with us.
hugs, pamela
A lovely feeling in this poem; I especially like the last six lines.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing it.
Karen
very nice!
ReplyDeletehello Raffael,
ReplyDeletethe poem does start off a little
slow, but it does end well!
Gene
I respectfully disagree, Gene. The pace or flow of the poem is perfect. I was intrigued from the beginning.
ReplyDeletereally like the ending :)
ReplyDeleteRaffael,
ReplyDeleteSo glad you shared this with us, and thanks to Curtis for providing the venue! Beautiful work.
All the best, my friend.
Liam
Raffael, This poem seems so different from what I've read of yours...so glad to have it, like seeing you in a different place, time. Many thanks, Merrill
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