Monday, September 29, 2014

Headline Poem 9/29/14 -- She

She 

Smooth white face, 
once decayed,
she creeps in to all
hours of the day. 
Her wide nose,
a ladder, 
to a window 
on the perch 
of a reconstructed soul.
She knows. 
Her eyes 
are sparkling and stark. 
In pictures it is clear 
when 
she was with you, 
even if you weren't 
 there. 
Dark, forced smiles,
have started to disappear -- 
this     is the 
clearest she's 
been in years.