A red ribbon tied tightly
around her hair.
A silent face showing neither sadness nor joy.
Behind the mask of the face lies buried all matter
of an inner machinery, endless thoughts,
chatter of non-existence.
How come stars are shining above ones head,
and one, oblivious of their rotation,
long for them to dance?


~ by Aquatic Poetry on March 29, 2011.

4 Responses to “Chatter”

  1. this is wonderful writing Malene, geisha imagery and yet its all around the world, running through life without seeing the gift of life. thanks for sharing this poem. Trev

  2. Rather liked these poem of yours.

  3. Trev, thanks for stopping by.
    It’s just a joy to observe, would you agree?

  4. Rather like yours too 🙂

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