Pages From An Era
Into a garden sprayed by night's rain,
Jen slouches under a dim lamplight
as the wind gushes on her divan
sweeping pages of a long era,
jotted down through crystal-clear memoirs
from her flawless hand, still radiant...
while tendrils of a past causes
her eyes to melt in glass of evening.
She pauses between emblazoned lines,
a web of saga transports her musings
in a village where life detailed the pain
and glory of unwanted wartime;
the smoky air turning fruits into molds
as land raids wheezed without children’s sounds.
Quietly, Jen folds the sepia-book
to find beauty in her lit garden,
while cloudburst fades like distant remains...
then, washing the leaves of yesteryears,
she breathes in solace: a woman freed
by putting a name to her past angst,
ready for rain’s music of tamed sleep.
.............
Poem In Paradise Contest
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
7/21/2014
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