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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 


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7 comments:

  1. Kay L. Davies7 April 2013 at 22:01

    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

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  2. Margaret7 April 2013 at 22:51

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

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  3. Other Mary7 April 2013 at 23:29

    You capture 'aloneness' heartbreakingly well here.

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  4. Jenn Jilks8 April 2013 at 07:31

    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.

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  5. Kerry O'Connor8 April 2013 at 10:16

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

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  6. Jinksy10 April 2013 at 11:49

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

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  7. Susie Clevenger17 April 2013 at 00:38

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

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