Closed window blinds hide her form from view,
Though a sliver of sunlight spies its way through
Dust motes.
It doesn’t matter.
Paper scratched, life-weary words flutter about,
Then fall away.
Her silent silhouette slumps,
Disappears.
Her heart’s voice breaks,
But no one hears.
44 words for this week’s dVerse Poets quadrille challenge: voice
Jo-Anne Teal, Writer 
This speaks so eloquently. I specially love this part: Paper scratched, life-weary words flutter about.
What great images in you poem! Feeling alone and unheard is a painful existence! Well done!
Great work! It captures the essence of loneliness, it’s the heart’s voice we wish everyone could hear.
Enjoyed the perspective of this JoAnne, and thanks for sharing your voice. Well written!
There’s such a melancholy to this that is so well portrayed. LOVE: “Paper scratched, life-weary words”
I have been there.
This speaks so loudly of the silence of too many… make me think of Eleanor Rigby…
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
Great images and languages. Very cleverly done!
So sad and bleak—it evokes a mood I’m way too familiar with.