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by Richard VinceWhite like driftwood in the Sun,
She has grown her once short,
Defiant hair into
Long, resigned locks.
She was a dancer, but
Her legs became tired.
She was a dreamer, but
Suddenly found herself awake.
*
The half light of evening comes
So late now that the days
Seem to last forever.
The smiles, too, reach the
Horizon as they broaden to greet
Old friends.
There are faces I know, too, but
I intrude enough by
Recognising them. I muster the
Energy to wander off alone.
*
The smiling Summer Sun makes
The greens and yellows of the
Fields shine brightest of all.
With the city illuminated
To welcome me home, I smile
Once more. This is where
I really belong.
05/31/2010 Posted on 07/25/2010
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Erin Eymard on 07/25/10 at 02:58 AM Richard, I cannot say quite what it is that struck me as wonderful about this poem. There is a beautiful dreamlike simplicity to it. A great poem to add to my favourites. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 07/25/10 at 02:50 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 07/26/10 at 10:37 PM I feel so... comfortable having read this. I love the last stanza. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/03/10 at 11:47 PM A day of contrast and light -- a time to abandon shadows and recognise boundaries. My usual drivel, as opposed to your customary clarity :> |
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