Early this sun dried morning
I saw a beautiful elder lady
smiling as she walked slowly
up Market Street
in gloriously lovely
red buckled shoes
with a smile and serene
elegance about her
as big and pretty as
Paris in dappled sunlight
I was wholly moved
and so I wrote these
very words
'In Infatuated Memory'
of her..............
(July 16, 2015 1030am)
Author's Notes/Comments:
A faithful account of what I beared momentary witness to. A lovely elderly lady with likely a wig on walking in walking shorts and a white top with what looked like light colored hose on her legs and bright red buckled shoes and as she walked she looked so happy, lovely and serene. like she was an angel who took human form momentarily and decided to take a walk just to enjoy the utter joy and humanness of the activity. It was more moving to me spiritually than I dare say I could ever even poetically express but I was moved and this poem easily came to me from that unexpected experience.
Sometimes . . .
it is simple acknowledgement of what the eyes tell the mind and the mind tells the heart ~enjoyed her walk too.
yes I fully agree,
I've since seen such said lady out on market street a few times now since this poem was writ. She looks just as etheral as ever. I always smile to myself when I see her. My heart believes she is some kind of angel........... thanks for all the comments I never tire of reading them.sincerely your friend Melissa