The Reader

Sweet sounds of the mourning dove
The sun filtering through the trees
A clearing full of buttercups and
Daisies fluttering in the summer breeze

You are sitting under the oak
Reading your book so intently
Not noticing my arrival
I observe you patiently

Your hair thick and dark
Glasses on the tip of your nose
Long legs stretched out
Sitting in a comfortable pose

Your book is of course a classic
Catcher in the Rye
You have read it a dozen times
Only you know why

You are in your special place
I do not want to disturb
Happy to be observing you
I will not perturb

Engrossed in your reading
I will watch you for a while
You do not see me
But I am giving you a smile

In nature’s mystical playground
Infused with its energy
I yearn for you from afar
But we can no longer be

I am your past
Gone now from this life
We were once together
When I was your wife

Christine Bolton

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  9 comments for “The Reader

  1. June 26, 2018 at 9:25 pm

    This is beautiful — I love surprise endings 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      June 26, 2018 at 9:26 pm

      Thank you so much! 😊

  2. June 26, 2018 at 5:59 pm

    This is a really beautiful poignant poem … nice take 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      June 26, 2018 at 6:11 pm

      Thanks Kate. I didn’t know where it was taking me until I got there. I’m happy you liked it. 😊

      • June 26, 2018 at 6:53 pm

        very much so, great work!

  3. June 26, 2018 at 10:47 am

    I like that. very nice and mystical. 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      June 26, 2018 at 10:48 am

      Thanks Kristian. Trying something different today!

      • June 26, 2018 at 10:56 am

        It worked very well. I probably should get round to reading Catcher in the Rye one day too. 🙂

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