Poem -
Miracle
Restless eyes
tiring the vision
of her very own emptiness
her fragile heart
searching behind every door
through every open window
through every empty corridor
wondering If love
would ever acquaint her loneliness?
fragile and underwhelmed
her head bowed low
nevertheless
she still sits patiently
hoping for her miracle.
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"Of her very own emptiness." 5 words that say everything. I think your choice of avenues to go down is perfect as well. Door, window, corridor all suggest that the house also has its own emptiness echoing the person who lives there. The other line that stands out for me is "would ever acquaint her loneliness."
And I like the single word line "nevertheless" offering hope at the end of your poem. Outstanding my dear friend. 🌹
Good morning dear Bernie, I do love the fact that you have this wonderful talent of making me reflect on my own words, I never thought about it as a house before but as you have pointed it out, it truly is part of my poetry, this picture reflects my life because when I came to live in Tuscany I was completely alone and those 3 pine trees were at the end of the road I lived on. Thank you so much dear Bernie, your eagle eyes and your heart make an author grow with the enthusiasm you sprinkle onto your reviews. Thank you my dear friend, always appreciate your gorgeous words. 🌹
No - thank you Shirley. You honour me with your words. I can assure you that the feelings you express are completely mutual.
You know what - when i was reading this poem, whilst I am aware that as writers we have the ability to adopt a different persona, it is as ourselves that we light up the page with our words and I felt this was you, your heart and soul there as the backdrop to the writing. 🌹🌹
I came to Tuscany with nothing and no one I wanted to find my dreams and I did. 🌹 Thank you dearest Bernie.
And I am so glad that you did dearest Shirley. 🌹
Hello Shirley...
No one will ever love you like Jesus...
Many can hope to get someone close to that kind of love and respect...
One other difference...
His gifts can't be bought in a Store...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
I have to disagree dear sparrowsong I am not religious at all I don't believe that jesus loves any of us the best, although I am open to the beliefs of others and I believe we all have to believe in something, love has such a large variety of subjects not just that of a life partner. Thank you sweet sparrowsong 🌹
Hello Shirley...
Some can not ignore the wonderful things that they receive knowing they wouldn't have received it alone and it was requested in private...
Things that come from out of the blue with just a single thought, I accept...
If I wanted to block my blessings I'd agree with other people too...
Thank you as well...
sparrowsong
P.S. Having a personal relationship with the one who loves you isn't a religion...
The greatest love we can ever achieve is from that within dear sparrowsong 🌹
Oh I actually sighed reading this. Beautifully tragic and beautifully written Shirley x
Thank you dearest Marion, we have much in common when it comes to our poetry biggest of hugs my dear friend. 🌹