Brown-Haired Girl

a small, brown-haired girl

sits alone in her bedroom.

a book is balanced on her lap,

a notepad sits beside her,

and an old CD player

is blaring music into her ears.

but she does not hear the notes,

nor does she notice

the outside world,

where her friends play without her

and the moments pass silently.

she opens her book

and stares blankly at the first page.

her mind is filled with thoughts

of imaginary characters;

love-sick ladies

and cunning young men.

her fingers brush against the words,

and she closes her eyes.

oh, how she would love

to sink into those words,

to let their sweet melody

surround her

and carry her off.

the images are burned

under her eyelids.

soft lips,

crystal tears,

and amazing adventures

that she will never, ever have.

 

Reviews

[Alex Annesty]

I like the imagery in this poem: "her fingers brush against the words" is a lovely line.

You mentioned you'd like your novels reviewed, but I couldn't find any. If you'll steer me in the right direction, I'll be happy to provide some feedback. Perhaps you'd return the compliment, by reviewing my novel in progress, "Colin goes to Zobeland".

[Mariah]

Wow. Ah-mazing.

the images are burned

under her eyelids.

soft lips,

crystal tears,

and amazing adventures

that she will never, ever have

I just love these lines. :)

[Celtic Cat]

Utterly Untrue!! She has each one as she writes it. Some cultures believe there is no such thing as imagination... that what takes place there, as well as in dreams, is in fact taking place in reality. Which dimension of reality I can't tell you... but I do urge you to live out the stories as you write them.. the words as they usher forth and enjoy the worlds you create. Don't forget that writers are Alchemists, too!!

It definitely rings of sadness, but I say indulge your adventures as you birth them.... it's the joy and right of every writer. Excellent piece!!

[!!..Love..!!]

This is really nice but so sad too, very heart wrenching.

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How heartbreakingly beautiful, yet, so sad . . .

The flow here, is truly magnificent. The imagery is vivid and complete.

A fabulous poem, my friend. Truly, so.

Makes me want to whisper in her ear . . . "Never lose sight of your dreams. Dreams do come true!"

[Samuel Dickens]

Not yet, perhaps, but the road before you is a long one. A lack of patience is synomous with being young, I think. Enjoy the ride, Janine, and when you get old you'll wish you could be that young girl again, just for a little while, at least.

[FoolsGold23]

ohhhh heavens, how many times has this been my lot as I close the book for the last time and realize that the lands I have traversed and the loves I've experienced and the dreams that were mine, were indeed, not mine and do not exist!! This is heartwrenching and lovely, a unique draw on a somber experience.~P