Portrait

Portrait

She has seen

the sunset,

she knows what it is,

what it means.

Twisting her fingers

unconsciously,

the anxiety

of the moment,

the biting salt

of  ocean air.

Curling her toes

in cold sand

digging;

trying to make sense

of it all.

As if it were Shakespeare,

she doesn’t understand.

But it’s better than

the alternative,

seaweed around the ankles,

or a wine bottle

of tainted water.

And she draws back

in reservation,

complacent;

scraping the lacquers 

from her nails.

And eventually,

learning to smile.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

personal evolution in beautiful action~

[bob, small b. aka invs]

as someone who often has trouble understanding shakespeare, i loved the analogy to trying to make sense of things. this was a very nice slice of life piece of writing. contemplative and, in the end, positive. well done.

[Robin]

a portrait of progression