I saw her crying as she sat beneath the weathered tree.
“Hey.” I whispered, touching her shoulder.
She looked up at me startled, “I didn’t see you.”
“Didn’t mean to scare you.” I said and sat down.
The grass was cool and soft, I watched the shadow
of the tree wave across the sun drenched field.
I had invaded her privacy, she was embarrassed.
I could see it in her eyes as she tried to dry them.
I picked up a dandelion, turned to seed.
With a smile, I blew the seeds into the wind.
She reached out for the stem and twirled it around.
“Funny,” she sniffled, “how words can hurt you.”
She held out the dandelion stem to me,
and straightened her long skirt, so dark in the shade.
She motioned for me to get up and follow her.
As I rose, she disappeared into the shadows and
left me with the flower stem still in my hand.
I walked back toward the old abandoned house,
My special place-hers too, I guess.
Karmic Diva said,
July 30, 2012 @ 5:14 am
very true…words hurt and once heard can’t be forgotten
Gilly Gee said,
July 30, 2012 @ 6:00 am
This sounds like a remembered dream? It’s lovely.
lenwilliamscarver said,
July 30, 2012 @ 12:46 pm
Love this, so much truth in so few words
beebeesworld said,
July 30, 2012 @ 9:04 pm
Thanks for readin, Len
readinpleasure said,
July 30, 2012 @ 5:01 pm
lovely post
Sandra Bennett said,
July 30, 2012 @ 6:13 pm
We all need that special place to go and just think… and work things through in our minds and in our hearts…
beebeesworld said,
July 30, 2012 @ 8:19 pm
Thanks for reading all of my stuff, Sandra-youre in my thoughts beebee
jane tims said,
July 31, 2012 @ 12:16 pm
Hi. I like the line’…how words can hurt you…’, also the recurrence of shadow in the poem. Jane
beebeesworld said,
August 1, 2012 @ 11:38 pm
Thank you for your kind comments and for following my work!
habibadanyal said,
August 1, 2012 @ 9:42 am
I loved the last line. It often happens that we start having a comradeship with the person who shares our special place…