Thursday, 29 July 2021

Whirligig # 329 / Writers' Pantry # 81

This week's words come from  Evanescent Earth by Maxwell Anderson

 

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


9 comments:

  1. What great accompaniment you always find for your poems too.

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  2. Awesome! I love the last line in particular.

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  3. A wonderful weaving of the words into a touching tale.

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  4. That 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.

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  5. Great music to go with your poem. Especially luv the end verse

    Much❤love

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  6. The last stanza brings this poem to a satisfying conclusion. Well done!

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  7. The final stanza squeezes the heart... and leaves me wanting to hold the woman close.

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  8. One hopes to "find()s a little comfort and joy in church".
    Very nice ending, suits me fine.
    ..

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  9. an excellent response to the prompt, with this little sad tale.

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