Her pages
He scrolled through her pages and picked himself off her poems, her stories
He traced a semblance of who they once were etched in the details and light moments that floated through the words
A distant romance fell lightly in cues sprinkled along the way
His signature engraved in her writings
The first line of his favorite phrase
A stanza on heart break
A nostalgic tweet
He could feel the emotion as he run his fingers over the lines
Aged attraction watermarked the pages held up against the afternoon light
The run in of old paths secret and true eased his mind
Seeds planted in youth now rooted and mazed like thread on a quilt
Telling histories revealing mysteries
Stories on life’s tapestry
Mrs. O
Poem 6. Page 22.
Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jennifer. I'm glad you liked it and thanks for dropping in. Oh my word! I remember your blog from way back when hahaha - good to know we are still walking the blogging streets :-).
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