Deep Pile Poem by Sheila Knowles
Deep Pile
She’s sitting
cross-legged on the floor
plucking the fluff
from a deep pile carpet
too preoccupied with sadness
to find the time
for body language
for me to read
Her hair hangs in loosened ribbons
hiding the frame of her face
as her fingers drag her nails
across the grain
and my emotions
and I can’t reach her
through the noise
of all these thoughts
because someone’s tied my hands
behind my guilt
I know the feeling Sheila and you express it so well without saying it. Beautifully done
love your poems, this one really hits the spot. though I wish you wouldn't remove them after a time, like old friends I miss them, x Julie
Wow! This really nails why we can't reach our kids, hmm? This is an example of a poem that says so much without stating it. Very well done. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sheila, be proud, this is outstanding writing...