Aimee Woolford

She Walks Upon Feathers... - Poem by Aimee Woolford

She walks as upon feathers,
Her stance of a bird; And I,
The unwitting weasel,
Never to be at her high-flying level.
Light on her feet, barely making a sound,
Whilst I, the herd of noise awakens her;
Bringing her gaze to the
Never silent grace of her admirer.
She glides as if upon ice;
Her poise as of a dance,
Whilst I, the clumsy fool,
Struggles to keep up a stance.
Her eyes of the diamond,
Glaze over the eager crowds;
And they search with a passion
For a man ever bowed.
And only then will they be satisfied,
With an unforgettable joy,
And only then will I realise that;
To her I am just a boy.

Topic(s) of this poem: heartbreak, love

Comments about She Walks Upon Feathers... by Aimee Woolford

  • Kelly Kurt (4/1/2015 2:05:00 PM)

    A nicely crafted work of art. Thanks for sharing, Aimee. (Report) Reply

    (6/15/2016 3:10:00 PM)

    Thank you so much.

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  • Chinedu Dike (3/22/2015 5:47:00 PM)

    A lovely piece, well articulated and nicely penned. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2015

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