Saturday, May 29, 2010

A Midnight Scrawling..

Who is that girl I saw today,
with gray pools under eyes;
a shadow perched upon her brow,
her hair strand a futile disguise?

What weight collapses her slender shoulders?
What burden does she behold?
The contours of her face reveal
her stories, yet untold.

Who is that girl I saw today,
whose lashes suspend a tear?
One blink, it falls, and I realize
that girl lives in the mirror.


  1. Thanks for sharing this. I'm personally looking forward to hearing more of the "stories, yet untold."

    I like this picture of you!

  2. Very beautiful.

    As a piano player I can tell you I love that picture.

    Looking forward to more.


  3. This one I savor slowly over coffee, and read and read again.


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