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
This speaks so eloquently. I specially love this part: Paper scratched, life-weary words flutter about.
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What great images in you poem! Feeling alone and unheard is a painful existence! Well done!
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Great work! It captures the essence of loneliness, it’s the heart’s voice we wish everyone could hear.
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Enjoyed the perspective of this JoAnne, and thanks for sharing your voice. Well written!
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There’s such a melancholy to this that is so well portrayed. LOVE: “Paper scratched, life-weary words”
I have been there.
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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
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Great images and languages. Very cleverly done!
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So sad and bleak—it evokes a mood I’m way too familiar with.
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