Poetry of the Soul

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray

Graceful Hands October 25, 2009

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 2:39 pm

Her eyes say: Queen

I am Queen.

Imperial she stands

Looking out across her subjects

Raises graceful hands.

Her body says: Follow

Follow me.

Lightly she sways

Commanding with each movement

Music sparkling plays.

Her scepter says: Faster

Keep going faster.

Billowing she guides

The music bends slowly

Strings make leaping strides.

Her hands say: Stop

Stop now.

Still she looks

The music ends abruptly

Still she looks.

(c) Lauren Otheim – 2009

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