THE EYES OF NORMA JEAN Not distant or remote but With a touch of melancholy As though in mourning Are her eyes Did she feel like November’s Last leaf on the tree As she walked in shadows Of peril and naked Vulnerability I see into her blues The soul in the cage In breathless mystery Grief without malice or rage After so many years Eyes that continue to plead Does anyone truly see me Dennis John Ferado Copyright 2013 “When people walk away from you, let them go. Your destiny is never tied to anyone who leaves you.” - Marilyn Monroe My first book of poetry and short stories, titled, TIME ON HAND will be published sometime within the next two weeks by Ken Cowle owner and creative head of Soul Asylum Poetry and Publishing of Canada. Thank you, Ken, for your understanding, creative help and your love of poetry.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 22:55:46 +0000
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