A Doll Poem by Stephen Brian Brady
A Doll
on the terrace
words
that each breath
has sent spinning
on silver threads
catch the light
maybe this time
the Doll blinks
she cups her hands
spreading-out her fingers
others
cast their nets
blow kisses
from their wicker cages
strungalong the wall
yet this time
there might fall
even one or two
where her lips are slightly open
and her eyes expectant-blue
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4/19/2024 1:43:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Although I have to be honest and say that a lot of this poem confuses me, I do love the way it is written and some of the great lines it contains. I guess I just need to ponder upon it a little longer! Adore the last two lines!