limits. comforts.

I can see nothing more than the girl.

She sits.
brow furrowed.
long hair hanging down.

she wears long sleeves.
which she pulls over her hands.
to keep them warm.
the allusion of safety.

i can tell she is a girl:
the delicacy of her fingers.
the sallow pink of her nails.
the scent.

and so i see her.
whether or not she feels, i do not know.

i have not read her book.

she is all i can see.
beyond her,
who knows?



  1. zaphodfreek · January 8, 2007

    This one’s an older poem.
    I just found it elsewhere.

  2. Phoenix · January 8, 2007

    Excellent, and a little sad. There is power in your words.

  3. zaphodfreek · January 8, 2007

    I was always a tad partial to the aul’ melancholy.
    Thanks for the comment.

  4. luciavandyke · January 8, 2007

    i think i know this girl.

  5. zaphodfreek · January 8, 2007

    Maybe you do.
    She’s in my head.
    I’m trying to find her.

  6. alonealive · January 9, 2007

    aww! I wanna be that girl!

  7. coodaslots · January 9, 2007

    Women will enchant, entice, and entangle. Try not to do the same to them, and you will never have anything to regret.

  8. vesper · January 9, 2007

    LOVE the end stanza! LOVE!

  9. zaphodfreek · January 9, 2007

    alonealive – Thank you for the sentiment. :] Greatly

    coodaslots – I try.

    vesper – Thank you, as always.

  10. slynne · January 10, 2007

    I really like the
    stanza. I love the way that you seperate each action
    into it’s own little world.

    thanks for sharing again…

  11. zaphodfreek · January 10, 2007

    Thanks slynne.
    That’s kind of because I have
    that slow motion effect,
    When I think of her.

    Like a film reel running in my head.
    Slow and steady.

  12. krkbaker · January 10, 2007

    Perhaps you already know her.
    You just don’t know you do.

  13. zaphodfreek · January 11, 2007

    Well i reckon I do but she’s just a friend
    and that’s all….. ‘Oh well’s.
    Hopefully there’s one or two more out there.
    And it’d be fun if they were a bit hidden and I had to go halfway round the world.
    I haven’t been in enough jungles.

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