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Movement
by Richard VinceFrom here, I cannot see, but
I can hear the angular rhythms
Of dirty glasses colliding
And landing on the gently
Stained bar top.
Shy eyes under long, dark lashes
Outshine nondescript clothing
As she smiles nervously at
Me when I stand back to
Let her pass. Perhaps
She can read my mind.
Does she know that I hope
There is someone in her life
Who not only sees her beauty
But bathes in its golden glow,
Letting it wash over them like
The gentle waves of a tropical sea?
I see the magic she weaves in
Her every movement. It is
A dance; poetry given form
Only momentarily. Surely
I am not the only one to notice?
If there is justice, there must be
Someone who gives heart and
Soul to coax that smile out
Of hiding; who spends hours
Following the exquisite, intricate
Patterns of her every movement.
I hope there is justice, and joy,
And an irrepressible smile
When she is in the company
Of love and has to hide no longer.
07/08/2009 Posted on 08/12/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/13/09 at 04:09 PM This is sweet and warm, like sunshine after a string of gloomy, gray days. I hope you told her. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/13/09 at 09:34 PM ...a dreamy vision, eh?...you are
Quixotish in your perception,
...woman, the soul of man'...like ali says, sunshine. |
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