It's the time of morning
when the sky is still dark.
Lights are beginning to flicker on
all over the city.
all over the city.
She feels a sadness so deep
no tears will come.
Heartache shudders the very air.
The doors of darkness silently open
and she whispers to the mirror,
it's over.
NOTES:
For today's prompt, I wrote a TEN POEM.
"The poem can have ten lines, ten syllables, and/or have ten syllables per line. Maybe it’s about the number ten. Or name ten things that you love, hate, or collect. There are probably more than ten ways to come at this prompt!"
4 comments:
You pulled me in with your beginning imagery, but then I gasped and had to remind myself to breathe again. That cardboard box might be empty but your poetic skills are very much alive and moving.
Elizabeth
Breathtaking poem. "It's over" is the beginning of something to me.
This is so beautiful, Marianne, and then it takes a haunting turn. Both sad and lovely. I hope she finds peace.
Marianne,
I love this. It seems hopeful and yet ...
Beautiful imagery.
Love,
Pamela
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