And Her Inner Spirit Speaks
A mature woman in a white and blue dress
peruses the memorable works of Emily Dickson
who was an unhappy person confined to a lair...
a poetess who narrated dire and loneliness;
no brightness was present, only a distant and faint glitter
of hope at the beginning of the unfolding, mysterious dawn!
And her inner spirit speaks as pages are slowly turned,
it's strange how that eager reader impersonates Emily's soul...
emitting a sadness that conveys regret for days not lived;
why does she see things darker than the blackness of coal?
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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