Her

her dress a hot blush

her fingers a cool touch

her eyes a cloudy gray

and she's forgotten

at end of the day.

Author's Note

thoughts?

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

I can interpret this poem as transaction between nature and man. End of the day we all forget everything good or evil taken from nature. Good poem

[Relic]

and she's forgotten
at end of the day.

Forgotten what?
Did you mean and she's been forgotten at the end of the day?

That I can see. Someone who thought she could catch someone's eyes maybe. But in the end she comes home disappointed.

[iTryToWriteAllTheTime]

Thank you, I probably could have been more clear.

[Relic]

Sometimes it helps to let a poem sit for just a bit to notice things you didn't the first time. I learned that lesson the hard way for years. :)

[iTryToWriteAllTheTime]

:) It's a learning process. I'll take that to heart. Thank you.

[Relic]

You're welcome, anytime.