She
gray clouds
and black crows
the way she looked clear through me
penny
how she walked on tip toes
mixed feelings
her long black hair
that wonderful aroma
all about the room
everything stopped
that instant
she smiled
bridge to nowhere
we walked on
nothing under our feet
five foot six?
maybe but
standing on her toes we bond
David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals. David is a member of Poetry Soup.
Great piece, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteNice. Enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing, David, and continued blessings!
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David,
ReplyDeleteI loved this poem. Great content and spacing.
Your new friend,
David Fox
Wonderful piece!
ReplyDeleteThis captivating poem gives me chills every time I read it Dave. It is simply enchanting! Blessings, Connie
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