Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Three Word Wednesday

Between Two Worlds

She wanted to stress her youth
with the teal bow sitting pretty in her hair.
The languid fingertips holding a
piece of fruit, without a seeming
care in the world.

Yet, she took a slow,
deliberate bite of the juicy pear.
Nectar running down her slight fingertips,
which really weren't that indifferent, after all.

Her burning eyes on the
hazy figure in front of her.
Realizing that her youth and ripe maturity
would run a parallel course for only
so long.


~3WW

11 comments:

  1. I don't know how old she is but that teal bow may make her a laughing stock before too long! She is certainly game.

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  2. Only for so long.. yes.
    Nicely done :)

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  3. The little vamp. She mustn't wait too long before action.

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  4. Youth and the power of seduction rots like fruit in a bowl..a wonderful piece..Jae

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  5. made me smile and made me a little sad, which makes it a perfect poem.

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  6. oh my how delightfully told the story of the inevitable

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  7. Fear not, a good vintage red will always be in demand!

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  8. One of the best poems this week, I think. Beautiful, haunting--the last stanza, especially, is perfect.

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  9. thank you, nico, for your kind words:)

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