Respirator

People walk by me
Occasionally pausing to stare
At something that will never be theirs
Smiling heart shaped lips
Almond eyes and I swear to longevity 
These will outlast everything
Turning my head and I eavesdrop 
I fall in love with the rhythm of heart beats 
Clicking like respirators 
So irregular, flawed, seriously indicating
faint little consciences 
Beautiful still I can’t help but tap my heeled closed toe shoe
In time to defective melodies of the soul 
Syrupy lies clog throats
From speaking to this fresh young lady sitting
Beside the fountain
Warm stones, give impressions of rose painted happiness
Drops of water, aqua colored remedies
Splash into my pink slip of a skirt 
Washing stains away
I could sit here all day
Listening to musical streams of consciousness
Hitting pavement dreaming of 
                                Ricocheting 
off into the sky
Watching people sway, pray to the sun
For letting rays fall upon them
Politely letting their eyes fall upon me
Please stare, I want my radiance to signal 
New beginnings in minds and trigger
Deletion of what was left behind
Before  the respirators of the mind
Opened up hearts to let people breathe
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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January 1, 2009 at 12:28 PM
Splendid free verse. There is so much here to ponder... rich, evocative language and imagery. I love the assonance of 'sway/pray/rays,' and phrasing like '...defective memories of the soul.' BRAVO Bella! Best wishes, Keith
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