Sheila Knowles

Deep Pile - Poem by Sheila Knowles

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

Comments about Deep Pile by Sheila Knowles

  • (12/7/2005 12:40:00 AM)

    Sheila, be proud, this is outstanding writing... (Report)Reply

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  • (11/29/2005 5:24:00 PM)

    I know the feeling Sheila and you express it so well without saying it. Beautifully done (Report)Reply

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  • (11/14/2005 6:48:00 AM)

    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

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  • (11/12/2005 10:01:00 AM)

    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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 11, 2005

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