Rebecca

He stared into the fireplace

watching the flames

rise and fall; jump and flash

And when he threw more newspaper 

to kindle the fire,

for just a moment,

it burned the same kind of green

flecked with orange that was in her eyes, 

and he thought of her again

in the cream dress she wore 

when she was bored

dancing and spinning in circles

eyes smiling and laughing...

He never knew just how sad she was.

                                                           

Reviews

[Duddly Doright]

Your poetry is one of a kind indeed ,your gifted hand ... has brought life to these words in a subtle fashion. well written.....You should write more often...........

[Enigma]

Very nice

[Jeremy Baker]

Beautifully melancholic, with a surprise ending as well. A great read.

[Becky C Strukamp]

A touching sad poem. You penned it beautifully.