The Eclectic Pen - 6x36


By: Kim H. (wildfl0wer)  
Date Submitted: 4/2/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 141
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  She is on her bike, mastering the hard plastic peddles. Her eyes are focused and clear, a glass of lemonade is on the porch, her drink.

I am raking leaves and mowing lawns. My eyes are blurred and tired. A red thermos of grapefruit juice and vodka rests at my feet, my drink.

She takes off like an airplane, leaving the ground and soaring to her next destination.

I try to pull my feet from the mud and trudge to the edge of the yard to look for her.

Her skin is pink and hair flies in the wind, excitement dances throughout her body.

I am shivering with cold, the chilling breeze messes up my hair, and my body aches with tired.

But I remember how to smile, even if a wrinkle touches my eyes, because I was her and I know she will not be me.


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Lynn B. (seraphina) - 4/2/2007 12:03 PM ET
powerful, that last line, I understand it oh so well. Perfect!
Marta J. (booksnob) - 4/2/2007 1:37 PM ET
Very powerful.
IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 4/2/2007 3:44 PM ET
touching, hopeful, sad all at once
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