Thursday, April 17, 2008

Where Silence Takes You II

She saw her own discretion

in the way that she coyly clicked down rain slicked cobblestones

failing to follow the heavy crushing swell

of the advancing mobs

and in fact divorcing herself completely

from all the pride her parents once felt

what once seemed just a timid dream

had become the reason to swallow her screams

stowing away from so much make believe

and falling away from the long shadows

of gargantuan black buildings

she is preparing herself to be so bold

to find him once more

and never



1 comment:

cloud of birds said...

This poem has the haunting mood and qualities of one of my favourite paintings--"Mystery and Melancholy of a Street" by Giorgio de Chirico. Really lovely...