endless lonely seeks frail motes empty
drift helpless choked ride wild candle
wearying of endless lonely nights
a frail helpless woman is set adrift
alone in the world
choked with sadness
she seeks a soul mate
her empty life like a dust mote
in the storm is caught up in a wild ride
buffeted from pillar to post
she lights a candle in the church
listens to the organ playing
and finds a little comfort and joy
What great accompaniment you always find for your poems too.
ReplyDeleteAwesome! I love the last line in particular.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful weaving of the words into a touching tale.
ReplyDeleteThat is quite a ride. I see parallels with mine and other poems today, the dust, a thread of sadness. The church music brings comfort like a cat brought comfort to Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteGreat music to go with your poem. Especially luv the end verse
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
The last stanza brings this poem to a satisfying conclusion. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThe final stanza squeezes the heart... and leaves me wanting to hold the woman close.
ReplyDeleteOne hopes to "find()s a little comfort and joy in church".
ReplyDeleteVery nice ending, suits me fine.
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an excellent response to the prompt, with this little sad tale.
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