Trudy Diane Rider Poet Free verse

Dreamers Dance

Her thoughts drift out the window
on the cool autumn breeze
and a smile creeps upon her withered face
as she remembers the first time she saw
this house
This house that is so old and worn
like her heart
and she sways to the music in her mind
as a tune tumbles from her memory
she dances and twirls across the floor
as the melody carries her dream
back to the days when he was still alive
and would sweep her into his arms
and kiss her wrinkled brow
she stops in mid-stride and a tear rolls
down her leathery cheek
and she smiles
a smile for the love they shared
when they were caught up in their
dreamers dance.

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Judith Angell Meyer July 13, 2009 at 8:21 PM Lovely poem Trudy. I can feel this one intimately. Love my old house. ~M~

Daver Austin July 9, 2009 at 3:32 PM Ha, ha, no, Trudy, this one I'd forgotten all about. The one I'm talking about is something like 'An Old House Called Home by Someone. Thanks so much for reading my stuff. Love, daver

Daver Austin July 9, 2009 at 8:52 AM There is something about old houses, particularly an old house one has lived in. God, what nostalgia! I wrote a poem about an old house. It's a way down the list somewhere. anywho, good, good write. daver

James Fraser July 7, 2009 at 2:18 PM Lovely lovley poem Trudy, your pen is flowing beautifully>>James

Charmaine Chircop July 7, 2009 at 10:53 AM beautiful write Trudy-charma

Carol Sunshine Brown July 7, 2009 at 5:11 AM Trudy, this is too beautiful for words. What an amazing write you have here. I shed a tear for them. Love, Carol

James Marshall Goff July 6, 2009 at 7:15 PM oh the soup is alive with soul tonight! Trudy! great write!! jim