Tuesday, June 7, 2016

She--By David Austin--United States


                                 gray clouds
                                       and black crows
                    the way she looked clear through me
                    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.


  1. Great piece, thanks for sharing!

  2. Nice. Enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing, David, and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

  3. David,
    I loved this poem. Great content and spacing.
    Your new friend,
    David Fox

  4. This captivating poem gives me chills every time I read it Dave. It is simply enchanting! Blessings, Connie