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: March 18th, 2017 02:28
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this a few years ago about a woman I saw walk passed me.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Great write....must have made some impression
Sure did. Never saw her again.
Probably unaware she had that effect....or was she????? Lol
Very beautiful description.
Thank you WBL.
Thanks GF for a wonderfully descriptive poem ~ Words can paint a thousand Pictures ! Thanks Heaven for Pretty Ladies without them where would Mere Men be ? Ladies always stir my MUSE ! Thanks for sharing BRIAN
Thank you Brian, what you say is so true.
Good write. I'm gonna sing wot Soul wrote - oh no! Meeoowwwoo, that's me!
Nice descriptive piece GF. Enjoyed.
Thank you Frank, glad you enjoyed it.
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