she
sits alone
many of
the people she knewbefriended 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 sunbut 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 joyis 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 hershe shares with her winged friends
breaths left, she has but few
just passing through
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!
ReplyDeleteso lovely and sad, too.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully sad. x
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteVery well done.
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful...and sad...
Just passing through .. your poem is like a vast mirror. That is not a bad ending, food and someone to share it with.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely put! Enjoyed the read
ReplyDeletegracias to all of you lovers of moments and words. gracias for leaving a piece of you
ReplyDeleteThe intensity of isolation and loneliness in this piece are heavy, felt.
ReplyDeleteThis is comforting, joyful and somber...really well balanced.
ReplyDeleteI feel sad for her but hope that the doves cooing are comforting to her ~ Good one, I felt this one too ~
ReplyDeleteYes, may the doves bring some joy in her sadness. Beautiful write!
ReplyDeletewe are all just passing through ~
ReplyDeletegracias for visiting mi amigos
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