Words by Soberflight

poetry and musings

Month: October, 2017

Fall Walk

I went walking yesterday,

Allowing whim to lead the way,

Stepping out in falling leaves

That framed the sky, so blue that day.

 

The wind was grabbing at the trees

To tear their colors, fling them wide,

And strip the naked branches bare…

Or, at least, it cruelly tried.

 

I smelled the warmth of sun-warmed ground

‘Neath a carpet of leaf and pine.

I touched the sun’s face with my fingers.

And in return, it touched mine.

 

I lost myself in deep reflection

Of how blessed I felt I was

To live and breathe this warm October

That God has given, as He does.

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Fairy Tale

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Her hands, unsteady, drew the lines

That sculpted lips of red.

Her eyes still saw her image smile

From the poster above her bed.

 

Her face, once smooth and pink with youth,

Was wrinkled, pale, and drawn

From years of pain-filled, sleepless nights

That tediously crept along.

 

Her eyes, now rheumy, had been clear

And saw a different life

That left no time for motherhood

Or the duties of a wife.

 

Oh, she’d been free to live the way

Many girls had dreamed,

Dancing, drinking, money flowed….

Nothing as it seemed.

 

She had been so elegant,

Long legs and waspish waist,

And men had fallen at her feet

Just begging for a taste.

 

Now, alone, her footsteps were

A solitary drone,

Tapping on her apartment floor

Or clicking on the stone.

 

Her vermilion lips, somewhat awry,

Cocked in rueful smile.

She’d had it all, and lost it all,

But, God, she still had style.