Charlotte and Louise

Charlotte and Louise...
Silly old women, living in a slanted old house,
filled with old furniture, old pictures, old ghosts...
Content with new friends and family,
while disappointed by their old...

Charlotte and Louise...
Oh, they complete and compliment each another,
as if the two halves of a broken, old gold coin,
the face so worn, it's undefined.
polished smooth by a thousand fingers...

Charlotte and Louise...
Charlotte lives life in free-verse, free-form.
Louise insists on living life concise and clear.
Charlotte is worn work-glove leather,
Louise is lady-like and lace.

Charlotte and Louise...
Charlotte is warmly content with old memories,
which Louise rejects and insists on new plans.
Charlotte's days drip, dreamily on,
while Louise writes in her journal.

Charlotte and Louise...
Charlotte is warmed by the womb of familiar.
Louise views "familiar" as a just a cage.
Charlotte, content with her past, smiles
but Louise rewrites hers and cries...

Charlotte and Louise...
Sit in the swing and watch yet another sun set.
Trying to remember, and trying to forget,
content, but secretly waiting
for the clouds that started this sweet, strange journey