morning, evening and a sigh
by Elouise
early morning calm
belies last night’s wild fury
now lost at sea
evening silence floats
through her weary body
soothing every ache
her old-woman sigh
fills the room with anguish —
outside the wind moans
hov’ring over the old house
waiting in the dark
Three from this past week, written separately. I don’t know who this woman is. She’s been showing up for a while now, waiting to be recognized and given a story. Maybe you know her?
©Elouise Renich Fraser, 22 May 2018
maybe she is telling us all, life is a gift, mind it, fine poem, thanks
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You’re welcome, with thanks for your suggestion.
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I like to imagine her in a tall room with a view, letting her thoughts flow where they will and imagining a world where love conquers all ❤
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Hmmm, sounds like someone I know! 💜
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Nope! 🙂
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