Caprice

Caprice

A Poem by Geralyn Miller
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WOTD #52

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       Unforgetable;

her wit, quixotic, yet kind;

     she was my friend.

 

     Beneath a tousel

of ebony curls, sad eyes

     of darkened hue.

 

     Hidden sorrow heart

overwhelmed her one day;

  her choice--end the pain.

© 2010 Geralyn Miller


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Geralyn Miller
Senryu Slayers

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You write well friend,
do consider submitting a couple of your poems to my new magazine.
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We have no restrictions on themes or style. Only this December is about Christmas.

Regards Amit

Posted 14 Years Ago


Sad... that tousel of ebony curls was such a delight... I felt the loss

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is epic to me because you paint the picture of so many women, young girls and even men can releate. Beauty, brains, and friends they don't even know they have, yet and still they are pained beneath their smiles....great write, story of so many peoples lives.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Having been so close to ending the pain, this one hit me hard. In your carefully chosen words, you bring a world of darkness to light and let us see and feel the darker hues that can strangle a soul...

Posted 14 Years Ago


beautiful executed

Posted 14 Years Ago


A very sad write. Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


deeply moving~

Posted 14 Years Ago


Such a deeply sad write........that one can never escape pain except through death.....and you capture her well with few words, but enough to allow us to see her.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like seeing you stretching beyond 1 stanza. Keep it up. This one is heart wrenching.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Geralyn Miller
Geralyn Miller

Phoenix, AZ



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