Wednesday, 15 March 2023

Souvenir...

she had never heard of

the golden rule

her kindmess and

devortion to others

were intrinsic

a second skin

 

she did not need

chapter and verse 

to instil charity  into 

her own sweet heart

she was the sun 

that made the gospels shine

 


 


hers was to give 

without receiving

and everyone took

and took mercilessly

until the golden goose

was depleted and of no

more use to them

like her ancient silk stocking bag

and her old wartime

musty furs

smelling of face pwder

and cologne

hanging in the closet

 

 


 


at the end

without complaint

without bitterness

she sat alone in the rain

there was no elephant

to shelter her

 


 

i remember

how could i forget

 

THE AGE OF LONELINESS.....EARTHWEAL 

FRIDAY WRITINGS.... # 69

 

 

13 comments:

  1. Ahh...the elephant not in the room. Beautifully penned.

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  2. Oh, how I love this poem. About a heart so giving and dear. Lovely. I LOVE the closing lines. And that image of the elephant is one of my faves. This poem made my morning. Smiles. So glad you linked it.

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  3. These are the ones we need most.

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  4. A heart that has evolved into something beautiful.. I enjoyed reading this, in fact I read it twice. - Truedessa

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  5. We seem to have lost that natural understanding of what is truly sacred and valuable!

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  6. Such a sweet lady, such a sweet poem. Yes, there are still such persons out there even though the circus elephants are no longer. In fact I call my sweet as having her middle name to be "help". Perhaps her mom didn't give her one.
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  7. This seems so sad, yet perhaps this humble (great) soul did not feel hard done by.

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  8. "hers was to give
    without receiving
    and everyone took
    and took mercilessly" And even chapter and verse do not wake so many of us. Here generosity is met with a cruel indifference. The song underlines the tone you set--gratitude and regret and shame. We learn love too late.

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  9. Your poetry spoke volumes to this reader .... I enjoyed it immensely. Generosity of spirit matters.

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  10. Love the closing lines... and this strikes a chord.. life turns on the best people sometimes, leaving us wondering why.

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  11. Yes some soul's are so... selfless

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