How to forget is always lonesome
winter sun's will always find
Paths of deep deliberation
makes the eyes and heart snowblind
Isolation wraps it's body
round her naked, yearning soul
Leaves a hint of last year's loving
abandonment and no control
From the view she seeks some comfort
chapters let her reasons bleed
Not a crisp footprint towards those
rhapsodies in aniseed
Moonbeam kissed, the flakes do sparkle
morning comes with blackbird song
One cup of tea lies on the table
cold and sweet and far too strong
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10 comments:
Sharp, clever and very nicely written.
I think you are right. She is alone... with a bottle of wine and a good book, sitting in the window, maybe hoping someone will appreciate her and come in.
Wow I really like your poem! especially the idea of abandonment and no control within certain circumstances- thanks.
You really do a great job here of conveying some very powerful emotions. Well-done!!
Must have good central heating if she can sit near a window when snow is falling outside! Shows she doesn't live in England. lol
Powerful feelings...!!
in naked glory, I forget myself
Very nice...especially like the blackbird touch...
Loneliness and waiting..perfect combination..
1st-time visitor to your site. Hello. Following because I sure like how you write.
An excellent response to the prompt. I agree with Berowne it is sharp and clever, but also somewhat alluring, I found.
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