Her hands cupped together at her breast, her head bowed,
while the wind lifts her curls to the sun. Of course not.
She's shielding the screen of her cell phone. Such reverence
no modest girl would ever show the street.
Still, her thumbs work prayerfully
telling the beads of her keyboard over, and over,
what she has said before but as it seems to her
no one, no one ever really really hears.
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I love, love, love the second stanza.
(Would that I could text with prayerful consciousness!)
Nice work! (I think you have at least one "really" too many though.)
Prayer, FB, phone, cries in the wilderness all.
Hmm, you're probably right, Dave, I got carried away with syllable-counting.
Oh lovely.
Dave might be right, but 'really really' sounds childish, tender, perhaps...
Wonderful - such a commonplace sight seen with new eyes.
Wonderful, Dale
I'm nearly with Zhoen here, although with a tad more faith in the currency of FB and phone.
And if they have heard, do they care what it means? Does she?
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