Thursday, May 1, 2014

life's amiss


she sits alone
many of the people she knew
befriended her and she them,
they’ve left now to somewhere beyond

the peddles of the yellow jonquil flower open
a closed bud just before, now it reaches for the sun
but soon the winter comes and the grey covers the light

she’s just passing through in this world where pain and
suffering is abundant yet some good and some joy
is found in the hearts of a few as they share
bread and a glass of wine or two

she sits alone now listening to the doves coo
the little bread and crumbs left to her
she shares with her winged friends
breaths left, she has but few
just passing through

15 comments:

  1. This is poignant and very lovely, my friend. I can see her. In fact, in some ways, I feel like I AM her this morning!

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  2. I think this is the perfect vignette! You give us a sense of the woman, yet leave some blurred edges indistinct and the setting becomes an integral part of the portrait.

    Very well done.

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  3. Just passing through .. your poem is like a vast mirror. That is not a bad ending, food and someone to share it with.

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  4. This is a void filler....wow, it has a great presence and tone, it hangs in the air like a wet fog with the promise of hope when the sun burns it off. Great take on this prompt, and great writing.

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  5. Very nicely put! Enjoyed the read

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  6. gracias to all of you lovers of moments and words. gracias for leaving a piece of you

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  7. The intensity of isolation and loneliness in this piece are heavy, felt.

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  8. This is comforting, joyful and somber...really well balanced.

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  9. I feel sad for her but hope that the doves cooing are comforting to her ~ Good one, I felt this one too ~

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  10. Yes, may the doves bring some joy in her sadness. Beautiful write!

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  11. we are all just passing through ~

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