Alone

, Fishers, IN

A body standing still, alone...
Whose hair lifts on a breeze.
The eyes are restless, roaming through
A dense forest of trees.
Lips shaping a single name
But not making a sound.
Ears listening to a soft voice
There's no one else around.
Arms and legs are locked up tight
And waiting for someone.
To pick her up and make her move
And maybe have some fun.

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OldYoungOne said...
Feb. 4 at 3:02 pm:

I didn't necessarily like the ending of the poem I thought it could haVe flowed better. It was like riding a boat down a slow relaxing stream and then a mintue later the boat is stopped by an enormous log bloacking the path. But from that aside I liked the use of the daying her legs were locked and how she was waiting for someone. Reminds me of myself at school dances.

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RarelyJaded replied...
Feb. 4 at 8:26 pm :

I appreciate the feedback! I chose the ending because during the whole poem she's kind of reserved and stuck in a place where she needs someone to bring her out of her misery... And have fun!