Sarah




The face
In another age
It would be considered
Homely

Rounded visage
Not fashionable
Rose petal lips
Conservative dress.

But with it comes
The voice of an angel
Plaintive and lamenting
The small tragedy of life.




Comments

  1. Michael ToddOctober 1, 2013 at 10:25 AM

    You, Sir, have entered a new room, an upper room, with this piece.
    We should book fare to the next Trans Atlantic Sessions.

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 1, 2013 at 7:20 PM

      She is a lovely young voice.

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    2. Michael ToddOctober 1, 2013 at 11:46 PM

      Had to come back for an encore of this poem.
      Darn it, Boy... This is just fantastic, one of the best poems I have ever had the good fortune to read.
      You, Sir, have skills.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 2, 2013 at 10:33 AM

    You have captured the feel of that voice, a captivating piece. -David II

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