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) (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2021 00:59
- Comment from author about the poem: After reading dusk arisings poem 'Longing' it brought to mind this poem that I wrote many years ago.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments8
A mist of mystery surrounds your fascinating piece today Goldfinch. Such poise and grace present when a beautiful woman single mindedly makes her way.
It is a mystery of the mind where this one came from da.
Andy
Beautiful words , goldfinch 🙂 really liked reading this
Thank you yellowrose, much appreciated.
Andy
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
A description not to be forgotten this lady - your words live on in tribute to the lovely song and that beautiful woman dear Andy.
Thank you Fay, the lady came from a book I read a long time ago.
Andy
A haunting poem. A ghostly vision. Great writing Andy.
Thank you Andy, much appreciated.
Andy
Very provocative Andy. ; )
It's all in the mind AP.
Andy
just a little bit special this GF60 .. just like the woman who evidently inspired it ................................ Neville
Thank you Neville, most kind.
Andy
A golden poem for a golden girl. Thank you.
So kind Trenz, thank you.
Andy
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