Vulnerable

vulnerable

tears continually stream well like eyes  
her mascara darkens, complementing her misery 
voluptuous legs apprehensively  taping earth perpetually
Though she holds whole any eye knew her soul had been shattered 
buzzard like males deceitfully grin of her vulnerability 
they’ve spotted beauty beneath her hurt 
whispering in the depths of which shall have the opportunity at such potential
the well groomed buzzard with nice wings soars toward with an supercilious swagger 
he sings a sorrowful song with a several notes of deception 
her aura meets the color range of her mascara as she screams till he fly’s away
I smirk looking at his defeated flock with a grin that said “vulnerable my ass”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Pascarawlu Avatar
April 7, 2009 at 6:36 AM
a great story here, I especially like the last line.
Guzzi Avatar
April 5, 2009 at 4:35 PM
nice insight! Light & Love
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
April 5, 2009 at 6:58 AM
This poem is great. It describes a real life issue. All too often, some young vulnerable girl doesn't see hurt coming. Life can become devastating and almost unbearable. Poems like this one, if sufficiently circulated or published in a book, might bring an awarness that would help prevent the vulnerable from those circling buzzards. Excellent write!.
Higgins Avatar
April 4, 2009 at 4:00 AM
Another nice piece from you James..well done.
Townsend Avatar
April 3, 2009 at 10:29 PM
This is great showing that even with a broken heart and the vulenerability of having lost love a woman can find hidden strength and still survive. Great write... Smiles from Lolita
Parish Avatar
April 3, 2009 at 7:41 PM
Awesome write James. Love the last line...
Devonshire Avatar
April 3, 2009 at 7:11 PM
What an intriguing write, James. Sounds like the buzzard got what was coming to him as he preyed on the vulnerable woman. Love that last line!!
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