She has a pretty face
But she never smiles
I’ve never seen her smile
She has an exotic look
Her skin is creamy white
And she has beautiful almond eyes
And full, sensual lips
She sits at the far end of the row
Tucked up against the wall
Hair pulled up tight on her head
Streaks of blonde in brown
I saw her earlier in the day
Walking in the Commons
Her hair was down, and it was beautiful
I wish she would wear it that way more often
She always looks tired
Her eyes seem baggy and worn
Does she just have a busy schedule
Or is it a secret life?
She sits there at her table
Only speaking when she must
Staring at her computer screen
Typing and writing, doing her work
But she never
Ever
Smiles
A post after a long long time. Glad to see one. When someone never smiles it does make the observer curious and the subject mysterious. I hate to say this but women are always associated with the 'mysterious.' This stifles me at times.
ReplyDeleteJoy always,
Susan
It's good to see you back, Bard! And I think some of the most secretive people in the world are also some of the most magical. Sometimes, when we find out who they truly are, the spell is broken, and we are dejected. A beautifully written piece, Bard. Very quiet and serene.
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great work of art- also because she never smiles, makes it all the more intriguing!
ReplyDeleteWhere did you come across Rabindranath Tagore- also a poet & musician like you?!?
And my favourite!
Susan Deborah and Nevine, I actually befriended her about a year after I wrote this piece. She was very nice, and she seemed to enjoy my company as much as I enjoyed hers. She ended up moving across the country with her boyfriend shortly after that, but if circumstances had been different who knows how our relationship would have developed?
ReplyDeleteSmita, I don't remember where or when I first ran across Tagore but he is very much a favorite of mine now!
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw.
ReplyDeletewell i hope u made her smile.. at least once =)
Sometimes this happens. It's strange. We meet someone with whom we click but then there are so many reasonings within us that create violence in our thought patterns.
ReplyDeleteWho knows what it would have developed into . . .
But now it has given poetry. And a post after long.
So long.
Joy always,
Susan
some people do that to us. make us wonder what is going on in their head. why they are or aren't doing something. i like this poem!
ReplyDeleteMy first visit, not my last. I gather you've been away. Stay with us! Excellent.
ReplyDeleteAnd you stay with us, Dave, wherever you are...
ReplyDeleteDid she smile after you showed her this poem?
ReplyDeleteI would think so. The observations herein are rather frank but also complimentary. Good stuff!
BTW - thank you much for your words on "Unloving".
Welcome back to writing!
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