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Beautiful Sylvia
With the warm brown skin
Thick dark mane
And light brown eyes
We played as girls
Spoke of our secret loves as teens
And when that shit went down
which cost me my dignity
you sat down with me
saying you were still my friend
Your inner-strength radiated
Your wisdom profound
Your kindness genuine
Your loneliness tangible
I don’t know why we lost contact
I never knew why
You bought that real estate
Never knew your pain
You never let me listen,
never let anyone in
Many years later
I saw you across a room
Your large sad eyes held me
With a warm welcoming smile
You hugged me
I cried on your shoulder
I didn’t know, God I didn’t know
You only said softly
I glad, my friend
That was the last I saw
Of Beautiful Sylvia
“An unknown woman was found today in an hourly
Motel with her throat cut,” the reporter said.
Thick dark mane
And light brown eyes
We played as girls
Spoke of our secret loves as teens
And when that shit went down
which cost me my dignity
you sat down with me
saying you were still my friend
Your inner-strength radiated
Your wisdom profound
Your kindness genuine
Your loneliness tangible
I don’t know why we lost contact
I never knew why
You bought that real estate
Never knew your pain
You never let me listen,
never let anyone in
Many years later
I saw you across a room
Your large sad eyes held me
With a warm welcoming smile
You hugged me
I cried on your shoulder
I didn’t know, God I didn’t know
You only said softly
I glad, my friend
That was the last I saw
Of Beautiful Sylvia
“An unknown woman was found today in an hourly
Motel with her throat cut,” the reporter said.
Published 9th May 2012
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Anonymous
10th May 2012 4:41am
I do have to say, Glynis, you put a remarkable twist to the end here. I enjoyed your poem.
thank you Devlin,
she was a dear friend from my youth. Things that happen in her life as a child sent her to the streets. She is just one of the many in my life that went in that direction, but sadly her demons won't release her back to us. I think of her often and wanted to remember her in a poem. This was the anniversay of that horrible day. So I thank you for reading it....it helps
she was a dear friend from my youth. Things that happen in her life as a child sent her to the streets. She is just one of the many in my life that went in that direction, but sadly her demons won't release her back to us. I think of her often and wanted to remember her in a poem. This was the anniversay of that horrible day. So I thank you for reading it....it helps
11th May 2012 11:05pm
I really liked your poem, although it is filled with sadness, especially sad memories. The ending makes the poem real, honest, as you say to Twist above.
12th May 2012 4:55pm
Thank you Marcella1.
Most people don't know what those women go through, the dangers, or even care what happened to place them there, all they do is turn their noses up when they see them on the streets. Condemn them, like they aren't real people with real feelings dealing with real life problems.
sorry about that, it just so raw right about now.
thank you again for commenting
Most people don't know what those women go through, the dangers, or even care what happened to place them there, all they do is turn their noses up when they see them on the streets. Condemn them, like they aren't real people with real feelings dealing with real life problems.
sorry about that, it just so raw right about now.
thank you again for commenting
2nd Feb 2016 6:54pm
Rough & deliberate with dramatic descriptions. Erratic at times though it moved within the textured theme. Seductive & Suspenseful... Keep Grindin CAOS737
3rd Feb 2016 00:33am
Wow, Glynis. That was a beautiful poem...so sad, but well-written. I miss your write, my dear.
