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.”
7 comments:
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
If only a smile, a helping hand were extended - but if she has given up, perhaps that won't help... Very sad poem.
You capture 'aloneness' heartbreakingly well here.
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.
You have told a story in these few lines. I really enjoyed this piece.
A bedraggled soul needs a little smoothing out from a kind heart...
It happens too often. We watch them in pain and turn away. So sad.
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