Mrs.
Princess
standing on a mountain
looking at a far away land
deep in Afghanistan
where her eagle flies alone
without her.
she understands.
Waitress
caring for every patron
reeking or attired
so gentle in her outer tone
inside clearly expired
she shines.
Friend
silent in devotion
giving without command
nor the slightest of demands
like a perfect blessing
she calms
she understands
standing on a mountain
looking at a far away land
deep in Afghanistan
where her eagle flies alone
without her.
she understands.
Waitress
caring for every patron
reeking or attired
so gentle in her outer tone
inside clearly expired
she shines.
Friend
silent in devotion
giving without command
nor the slightest of demands
like a perfect blessing
she calms
she understands
posted by Ruby Justice at 7:42 PM
4 Comments:
so smooth. so heart-felt. I love how the last lines in each paragraph kind of settle down the idea of each. Very close to the style that danny has in his Poem on Addiction. (and I smiled as I reached "expired", must have hypnotised u with my drafts :-) ) Reem must be something else. Someone I must meet one day. Again I see how involved and passionate you are my Soul. Big hug.
I must learn this method in writing, this last line effect. It's a perfect way to summise the thought preceding. I love its effect. TEACH ME :)
Is this about reem ??? Somewhere I see someone else. You're very tricky. Ya mal3ooneh.
Wlek inti hayati.
No, this is about our friend Jimena, who drops by Figs and helps often, and almost always shows up at the most critical times.
Yesterday she came by as a patron, in arms of her hubby who came home from the land of the Afghans. She was shinning, and inspired "Mrs."
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