Huddled in a corner, within a darkened room,
shivering against the cold, draft of memories.
I recognize those eyes, wide with tears
wisps of long, fine hair
flowing like lace...
And, Oh... that face...
like masterfully crafted ivory,
so fit for view.
Under the artist's light
dangling above
carefully sculpting, hands of love.
I wish I were an artist...
to gently brush those tears away;
lift the corners of her lips.
Maybe, I can form a smile
with a silly little dance?
Draw back the curtains with a song,
sung, half out of tune...
It has worked in the past.
Yet...how to...
make it
last...???
@AngryMan
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Nice brother
Thank you @sacti.
GREAT POST!!!
Thank you for publishing it to our community feed!
Compliments of the PHC founder @jaynie...
We have tweeted, upvoted and reblogged it for you.
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Thank you @Janie , and all others who honored my poem, with a bit of love😎
Hey Bro!! I know you are an Old Fart. What if you dare and tell us here about the infallible seductive poems that you whispered in the ears of your poor victims while you danced slowly to good mellow rock music onto a little brick in your younger and horny times? LoL };)
Perhaps...yet, once in awhile, even within these silver haired days, my heart feels young and free; having avoided mirrors of course😎
Hahahah, love the way the line opens with a nice imagery. Love the picture it paints. A lonely person in the darkroom. Love this line really, that's creativity.
Welldone @angryman
It's nice to know you enjoyed the poem @martinstomisin … thank you for the multitude of compliments, as well.
Enjoy your day...
You're welcome great friend @angryman!