Reclusive Love
By Janju
Reclusive LoveSome called her crazy,A recluse in her genteel world,Entombed in wood and glass,Surrounded by her seasonal friends.The weighted fingers of her blue-lined handsMade areal gestures, stressing what she said.'He loved me,' she let go the words,I watched as sun chased shadows on The flowered floor and heard theClink of metal as she took in breath.'We were so in love,' she stared beyond,Perhaps to see his face from so long past.And as the shadows won the race,I learned of love denied a life.Living in these rooms of tapestry and lace,Her delicate memories, fragrantAs the potpouri in the Waterford glass.And my last glimpse, her silver hairOver a fraying book and trembling handsTurning the layers of her heart. Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 02:20 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Reclusive LoveSome called her crazy,A recluse in her genteel world,Entombed in wood and glass,Surrounded by her seasonal friends.The weighted fingers of her blue-lined handsMade areal gestures, stressing what she said.'He loved me,' she let go the words,I watched as sun chased shadows on The flowered floor and heard theClink of metal as she took in breath.'We were so in love,' she stared beyond,Perhaps to see his face from so long past.And as the shadows won the race,I learned of love denied a life.Living in these rooms of tapestry and lace,Her delicate memories, fragrantAs the potpouri in the Waterford glass.And my last glimpse, her silver hairOver a fraying book and trembling handsTurning the layers of her heart...."