there must be a vision
beyond the porch
as she looks far ahead;
eyes that talk in silence, I tried
to speak into them,
they refused to melt;
her mind’s a clenched fist
as she strolls
into the wilderness of frozen zephyrs
strewn along the edges
of a muted story.
there must be a vision
beyond the front porch
fav. line! that vision can be anything, but to me, represents the future
the character, i think, is old and senile and who knows what she thinks. reminds me of a grandmother w/alzheimers...
Serene, you do picture poems. they are fun!!