The Golden Girl walks as though gliding on ice,
In a world of her own , where no others intrude
On the thoughts of her loves, that have long flown past.
She smiles serenely, at a moment remembered,
In a time, almost forgotten.
Others just watch the gentle sway of her hips
As she smoothly goes past them, ignoring their stares.
She’s deep in her thoughts, for those whom she cares,
Only seen by the light formed by her blue shining eyes,
Of a time, just recalled.
The swing of her long blonde hair moves in time
With the gentle glide of her steps, that transport her,
Away from your view, into her past, that only she
Can unlock, with a key to a box recently found,
To a time, thought lost.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 14th, 2024 01:02
- Category: Reflection
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Comments8
A fine write Gold.
Now my poem on KP - The Botox Girl. lol.
Thanks Orchi,
Simply wonderful dear Andy, I could literally see her. 🌹
So kind Teddy, thank you.
Andy
Nicely done. You really paint the picture.
Very much appreciated Tom.
Andy
absolutely delightful reflections and now poemed to perfection for always ..
Thank you Neville for your very kind words.
Andy
A most beautiful image Here it seems that the key is the last stanza. I think that many of us have been in her spot. Very nice Andy.
Thank you soren, Yes we too may have found those keys to boxes of better times.
Andy
Reflection on a moment in the past is a gift to oneself. Well written Andy. 😉👍
So true AP, those moments are so rare to us.
Andy
Tremendous use of imagery and the senses to paint this scene.
Much appreciated Thomas, thank you.
Andy
Very beautiful description.Well done.It took me to a place of peace.
Most kind David, thank you.
Andy
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