You walked through life with a laugh and little pause

playing the darkness away on the tip of your tongue

Your perfume sliding over the crowd as your sound still swung, Making

men stand tall, hands crazed, poised for applause

Ears trapped by this divine lung

Everytime you blinked, a new sunrise built high

And every breath- a – pushing of the veil

You didn’t know it was we who had failed

We bastards with our sighs

It happened fast, a claiming of the past. She’d

barely begun her start

But, life takes those with the deepest souls, even this pure work of art.

Categories: Modern Poetry Poetry

Tagged as: jd mullenary patsy cline Poetry

abnormalvaverage

I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.