beads
a teaspoon of sugar today, with milk
she usually takes it black
sweet granular, the deeper the fall
bottom feeding on leftovers
tired eyes:
Open.
----
she's thinking
about the woman with beads
around her neck, a disc of patterns
traditional adornments
with a sweater underneath to keep her warm
in this bitter cold country
wind would bite through the thin, delicate fabric of her shawl
cut right through
her first visit
a bulky sweater and a million beads
every colour
but the gold and red stand out between yellow and white
she gave the girl a star, jewellery
to remember this day
---
and the wind cut through the girl but the coffee keeps her warm
she usually takes it black
sweet granular, the deeper the fall
bottom feeding on leftovers
tired eyes:
Open.
----
she's thinking
about the woman with beads
around her neck, a disc of patterns
traditional adornments
with a sweater underneath to keep her warm
in this bitter cold country
wind would bite through the thin, delicate fabric of her shawl
cut right through
her first visit
a bulky sweater and a million beads
every colour
but the gold and red stand out between yellow and white
she gave the girl a star, jewellery
to remember this day
---
and the wind cut through the girl but the coffee keeps her warm
posted by hilary at Wednesday, October 12, 2005
2 Comments:
paints a picture.
definitely.
keep writing.
i'll keep reading.
a true look at humanity a way of experiencing life through the eyes of someone else. a realistic look at society and a beautiful interaction of achnowlagement. very beautifully put.
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