Open Poetry #49 |
After the Song |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
She would hum and pour, Till she didn’t need the hum And she didn’t need the glass, She couldn’t remember the songs sung Or any memories of the past, Then she’d drink some more. Seems there’s another day Just to wake and suffer through, She’d just leave it all once more Quietly, to softly wonder away, Something she is known to do Departing terminal as times before. So with her dress in a sack, clothes on her back She left to go somewhere, another anywhere. Gloom |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I like this Gloom! I like that you did it from a female perspective. I also like that it can be taken literally or metaphorically. I didn't like that I could relate...ah, but such was life. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Like Lori, I relate in big time reality. I had two lost decades where I proved your point over and over again, from a male's perspective of course, but still . . . ~*~ Love is friendship set on fire. ~*~ |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Such is life. Very easy to visualize, Professor. You painted her well. Misc |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
powerful 'slice-of-life' reality write ! some of us, who are 'trapped rats,' wish we could just leave for another somewhere ... |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you all, This female perspective, is just a character, A character in a story I am writing and now writing the poetic version. your support is appreciated. Gloom |
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