Wearing an ankle bracelet
On the steamy July afternoon,
She walks in the sunlight
On a stone-paved road
Along an ancient avenue
Of insouciant flowers.
Her bracelet shimmers
In the rising waves of heat;
Youth is a glorious sweet breath
Inhaled with connoisseur-like relish
And exhaled in the magical perfume of excitement.
One has to gaze at beauty
And live in that charmed essence vicariously
And be transported to past, joyous
Experiences of exultation.
As you say Uriah, only youth can get away with an ankle bracelet. I agree it would be somehow enticing, to the watchful. Well described piece. Nicely produced. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This is a lovely poem Uriah. The lack of tension of the subject is reflected well in the manner in whichit is composed. When I first read it missed out the in 'the' in the third line and it felt that it fit. I don't know what you think. All in all this is a beautifully crafted piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Uriah, if the young knew what dreams they inspired in the middle aged and lonely, I wonder how they would feel? This is a gentle piece of sober reflection without melancholy. Beautifully written and paced. love, Allie xxxx