abstract art
It comes and stays for just a while,
Although it comes from where
we do not know,
We think we see a person inside a smile
But time is oh so fast and we are slow.
There may have been a realness there inside
In all the movement of a written play,
But it was necessarily out of script,
And didn’t seem the worry of the day.
When hands are touched yet eyes
are glued apart,
And all the pieces of the game
Are put away,
Just losing then becomes the abstract art
To ponder on some other lonely day.
© 2013 DiAnne Ebejer

About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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6 Responses to Charisma-ta-ta

  1. Love your clean, down-to-earth style, DiAnne.


  2. soziebird says:

    this is a perfect piece
    for a blustery spring day, more there between the lines … love this .


  3. Ajaytao2010 says:

    Nice reading about you.

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