Walking Lady

Resa71

I see her walking every day,
In the morning, always swiftly on her way.
Where she’s heading, I haven’t a clue.
She looks a little crazy,
Striding at such a furious pace.
Her-longBrown hair blowing wildly,swirling around her weathered face.
Her racing steps seem to be with purpose though.
Where this daily journey finally takes her, this I just don’t know.
I’m not really sure, why it is
I even care.
Maybe she’s just walking ,
No real destination.
Her feet just keep on going
And never lead her anywhere.
I truly hope that this is not true.
Oh, walking lady of the morning,
I hope whenever your journey meets it’s end.
You’re warm and smiling,
Sipping coffee with a friend.

  • Author: Resa Bronstein (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2018 02:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: I see this woman walking every day, When I drive my son to school. I don’t know why she’s so curious to me.
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  • Views: 18
  • User favorite of this poem: Laura🌻.
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Comments4

  • Michael Edwards

    The mysteries of other peoples lives are so intriguing - well observed Resa

    • Resa71

      Thank you Micheal!

    • Lorna

      Great description! I can see her and now I'm wondering where she is going - and dwelling on the fact that she might never know someone is thinking about her like this!

      • Resa71

        The only way for me to find out where she’s going, would be to follow her.
        That’s crossing the line into creepy!
        LOL

        • Lorna

          ha ha........ yeah a little risky............

        • Laura🌻

          Read,
          As I started reading your poem, Roy Orbison’s song, “Oh Pretty Woman”, came to mind! (one of my favorites)
          As Lorna stated, I’m wondering where she’s going...if anywhere!
          I enjoyed the read! Thank you for sharing.

          ~Laura~

          • Resa71

            She’s definitely not Julia Roberts!
            I get the feeling she’s possibly living on the street.
            She just moves with such determination and vigor.
            No matter what the weathers like,
            There she is walking, same time, every day.

          • Resa71

            Perhaps you’re right.
            Thank you for reading and your comment.
            Resa 🙂



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