she had forgotten
her heart
on the windowsill
next to the crumpled
paper bag
that held a notebook
and his love.
as the light
turned red
she quickened her pace,
ran unperturbed fingers
through her faltering hair
and became
one
of the city’s
many faces.
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… based on the poem Escapade
Another Wandering Soul 
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thank you, Kiki!
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This is wonderful…I like the idea of becoming one of the city’s many faces.
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thank you very much 🙂
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Lovely Miriam.Those first few lines pull you right in. My eyes did linger a little over “faltering hair” though. Unperturbed fingers was wonderful but doesn’t faltering mean hesitating?
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thank you! 😀
ha, yes… faltering hair is a bit uncommon, is it not… i used it in the way of ‘swaying/staggering/weakened’ to describe her ‘state’… 😉
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Ok, I see what you mean. I was fixating on her literal hair too much perhaps. You go, you word weaver 🙂 Wish I could write poems. I get too concerned with detail – much like I just can’t PAINT, lol!
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oooh detail’s the trick – i am sure you would do an amazing job! (reading your juicy horror story right now and it’s killing me already… lmao) just throw a couple of words together and if they don’t make sense at all, they’re probably poetic… 😉
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unperturbed fingers. your concise images ring hard
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😉
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