Sunday, 7 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 7

she stands alone
arms wrapped around her bedraggled soul
eyes flicker wildly from stranger to stranger
they pass her by
singing their mellifluous songs
leaving her in their dust
dirty
alone


A Birthday in April ~ Wordsworth

“A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.” 

the imaginary garden with real toads 




7 comments:

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, Jenn, how sad, but it does respond to the words of Wordsworth.
Well done!
K
PS, you might want to add an 's' to "she stand" in the first line. — your friend, the old editor

Margaret said...

If only a smile, a helping hand were extended - but if she has given up, perhaps that won't help... Very sad poem.

Other Mary said...

You capture 'aloneness' heartbreakingly well here.

Jennifer A. Jilks said...

Thanks, Kay. You are a good editor, polite and kind!

This poem was inspired by some of my hospice clients, as well as some disappointments this past week.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You have told a story in these few lines. I really enjoyed this piece.

Jinksy said...

A bedraggled soul needs a little smoothing out from a kind heart...

Susie Clevenger said...

It happens too often. We watch them in pain and turn away. So sad.