.sad Girl Poem by YURI DURAAN
.sad Girl
She waits on the steps of his building,
sitting daintily, so not to crease her dress
checking and rechecking her appearance
in a silver-plated compact mirror
(a present from him, bought on one of many trips)
She avoids eye contact with passers-by
not wanting them to think that she's 'that sort of woman'
'I'll be down in a minute' he said to her - some time ago
She looks up at his window seven stories up where the light
is still blazing.... a beacon against the sky,
now dark,
the sky casting a shadow over her eager hopes and
naive disposition
Finally, she takes her leave,
uncertain, with little steps
looking up,
then looking down....
still avoiding eye-contact with passers-by
feeling exactly like 'that sort of woman'.
Second by second, moment by moment, you describe your scene and it rings the truth for both men and women who have found themselves in a compromising position brought on by love...Coach
Hello friend Yuri. It was proably better that they didn't get together. A sad, interesting poem. Well done. L C Taylor
Good creation of expectation, but it leaves you with a sense of wondering of how it ended - lovely piece.
At the start we've 'her appearance in [..] a mirror': about the identity again. Then at two points it appears this 'avoiding eye-contact with passers-by' 'on the steps of his building': about to be looked up. Good poem, good narrative.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/1/2024 6:44:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful writing...