Turning the PageA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)There
is a chill to this October eve, enveloping
me like a bride’s veil, all
gossamer and silk -- white roses blooming
along hand-stitched borders. These
nights I hold vigil over memories, bleached white and lifeless as glass lilies -- they
no longer accept my apologies, because
eventually all things tire of
dutifully hoarded lullabies. Slivers
of moonlight shepherd the way, beyond questions of tomorrow -- these
precious instants -- check-marked by the ticking of a tireless clock -- are
the only threads that still anchor me to
a yesterday that is etched in stone, but
I must break these aged tablets: to turn the page and pen fresh
words, even if they begin this ineffable
journey as lonely dewdrops beading on virgin
petals. © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on October 8, 2013Last Updated on October 8, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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