Sunday, March 24, 2013

A happenstance


She moved her hand
To tuck in the strands of auburn hair
That had escaped the
Tangles of a perfect French braid.
It was the same hand
That had lent him pencils before exams,
And notes after class;
That he had held
On friendship’s day
And then again on the valentine’s;
That had waved him off,
And written him several letters.
Unmistakably, same hand.


Even with her back towards him,
He knew it was her.
It had to be her.
A sudden pain rose in his elbows,
A sudden surge,
Melted only by
That glittering rock
In her ring finger.

8 comments:

  1. How hard it must be to see your true love move on. Very god writing.

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  2. Poetic and descriptive narrative.

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  3. Good one! How sad to find out something like that.

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    1. Thank you Joe. I so agree with your thoughts

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  4. Ooooo loved it. I stumbled a little around the waved him off line because it was followed with writing him several letters. I read it first as she waved him off dismissively, not returning his feelings. Then I read the line about writing him several letter and I thought maybe she had waved him away like he'd gone off for war or something. I figured it out with the final stanza, really liked the line with the diamond ring.

    Also really enjoyed the image being placed in the middle of the writing. Great work!

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    1. I am glad the idea is conveyed in totality. Thank you for such positive words on my writing.

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