her form molded and scolded

the fingers reaching for her skin

softer than soft

her ubiquitous image stalking the minds

of a man

with notions in his bones

‘she’ the handsome lady

with too much quiet locked in her heart

a rainfall of tears blow away

as the restless winds rustle her body

stealing her soul deep into the ground

her pain was soft to the touch

while she waited to make another round

above the hardened cold asphalt

cowardly cars crawling creeping towards her

blacker than black

nightbirds looking for a twenty dollar feel

dying to stroke her wingless wings

breathing in her silken curls

cascading down her endless love

still searching for the good in people


About echowood628

Let me start by saying I have been involved in creative endeavors my entire life. I began playing the piano at age two, composed my first song at age four, and ever since have spent almost every day spending hours allowing my fingers to dance across my keyboard. Composing music for the piano gave me a place to heal and find peace. An art major in college I focused on drawing and figure drawing and I also enjoy oil painting and watercolors. I have always enjoyed poetry and more recently started writing poems and enjoying the freedom and limitlessness of expressing my heart with paper and ink. I am divorced with two grown children. My daughter is a published author and my son is attending college majoring in zoology.
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One Response to ubiquitous

  1. ontheplumtree says:

    still searching for the good in people…always and forever be you…wonderful, moving poem.

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