Get Your Premium Membership

The Compromise Years

Foreboding night of mist twined with shadows of glowing lamplights. She was standing there under the lamplight post, her weathered cylinder mechanical smile, in photogenic reverse. Seemed she had been waiting for sometime like the years end of mature thyme. Graceful movements her hands went to work caressing an imaginary spot in her palm. Her head lifted towards the voices ahead thoughts grasping the spilled syllables of conversation. Without a speck of rationalization her eyes lit her countenance sparked. Her disappointment registered once more as the couple passed. Her hands began to massage the aching spot in the middle of palm. Her heart swallowed whole the womb of age and disengaged as she remembered the long wait of a promise the years of compromise. Another year approaching her weathered mechanical smile faded to a line. Her arms sleeved in the coolness of the night under the shadowed glow from the lamplight.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.