A second look
She smiled at him, a flash in the hall
He barely recognized.
He looked again, bringing her face into focus.
Beautiful?
He paused.
A sparkling smile, and lifting eyes,
Hair catching the sun, the sun that almost
Silhouetted her shape.
What was out of place?
He looked for the endearing space
Between her two front teeth, searched for
The tiny crow's feet that predicted her laughs.
Dismayed, he glanced away.
She smiled slyly, delighted with her pelf.
Written in response to the word of the day, pelf, at Poem of the Day.
He barely recognized.
He looked again, bringing her face into focus.
Beautiful?
He paused.
A sparkling smile, and lifting eyes,
Hair catching the sun, the sun that almost
Silhouetted her shape.
What was out of place?
He looked for the endearing space
Between her two front teeth, searched for
The tiny crow's feet that predicted her laughs.
Dismayed, he glanced away.
She smiled slyly, delighted with her pelf.
Written in response to the word of the day, pelf, at Poem of the Day.
posted by MB at 4:10 PM
3 Comments:
You managed to make an interesting poem using the word "pelf"--not an easy task. And an interesting pelf, too, the one possessed by a young woman in her shining moment.
beautiful 14-liner..
Patry, some of these words are awful! But the challenge is proving interesting. It may not make for the best poetry, but it's great exercise.
Guile, thanks for stopping by all the way from the island of Cebu. I'm glad you liked it. Pag-ayo-ayo!
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