beautiful. . .

a poem about this woman i always see at my work-she is so beautiful to me. for an odd reason.

she has an open face

green eyes

a smile that could stop a million hearts.

clothes

flowing

over her frame.

nails;

perfect and lovely

with a french manicure.

a voice like the wind

like the seas

like the hum of a butterflys wings.

light glinting

off her wedding ring.

viens tracing on her face

upwards

to where the light reflects

off her bare,

naked skull.

light shining

off her head

with the almost-missed

dip in the front.

faint traces of blue

running under the skin

like rivers

over a mountain

you see from afar.

she turns around;

the soft indent

at the nape of her neck;

so perfect.

so beautiful.

i don't know her name

i don't know where she is from

i don't know why she has no hair.

but she is

beautiful,

in her very own

way.

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

sweeeet! the bald head caught me off guard -as good poems do- just as you'd lulled me into lovelyness, a moment of figuring out and you plunge us right into pretty again, good ride.
clean eloquent rhyme.

[emz]

Wow...i was moved by this poem.... you imediately think she has cancer.... but she might just want to be bald.... we judge from afar so readily without knowing facts... but i think thats what everyone does....we are all so interested in other peoples lives... i liked it, it was thought provoking

Emz