Standing still
yet slightly swaying.
lost within a herd of humans
Their heads bobbing
Like fishermans boats.
Over one hundred pairs of legs
moving in unison.
Thats where I saw her
Eyes ocean blue
Lips of fine couloured wine.
She would be mine.
Like a snake slivering
through the undergrowth
I made my way through
the mass of movement.
She smiled
I froze
then smiled back
She waved,
I waved
Then she looked confused.
a little confused to,
I turned to see a man waving.
She blew him a kiss
and this one did not miss.
Been there, haven't put it in verse....yet? Great poem. Danny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awwww Vincent, such a sad ending, but I don't think a smile can be misplaced really in this world of claustraphobic life you describe so elequently in your poem. Smiles evaporate despair from my experience. Smiling at you, no mistaken 10 from Tai