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Monday, 5 June 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane ‘On The Alberta Montana Border’.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Why not join us?  Write, read critique or share your thoughts….it’s easy, it’s fun…what  could go wrong, right?  Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme or have a rhythm  as you will see by the following.  It doesn’t have to please anyone but yourself.

Here goes:

She used to dance
with the radio tuned
to country music,
in her apron,
all around the kitchen
tending to
dinners
and cookies
homemade bread,
caring for her windowsill plants,
keeping things gleaming.
                                                     She used to dance.
Now,
the apron hangs limp and lonely on a hook.
He shuffles around the kitchen
making tea
and peanut butter sandwiches.
The plants are dead.
He leaves them there
and casts a wistful glance
at her apron
in which she used to dance.
The radio is silent.
He trudges off to bed
alone.
Downstairs,
in the kitchen,
the shadows flit
as the moon peeks in,
and,
in the light breeze from the window,
the apron twirls on its hook
as it did when she danced.
In his lonely bed
he sighs and mutters.
She comes to him at last
and takes him in her arms.
They dance
into the moonlight and beyond the stars.

12 comments:

  1. Thank you. And drat you. My eyes are leaking a bit.

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    1. When I realised what my pen was writing my eyes started leaking as well.

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  2. It's so sad when the life goes out of the kitchen. I'm happy knowing she came back for him, now they can dance together.

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    1. into the moonlight and beyond the stars....who knows what's waiting for us there

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  3. This one tells the story many people are actually living, it does bring out a lot of emotion.

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  4. Someone is always left behind...it's so hard.

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  5. Hey! Monday isn't supposed to start with tears!
    Beautiful tears . . .

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    1. Sorry about that. I can only write what I'm given.

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  6. At this point of life, I think of this scenario often. Nicely done, Delores.

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  7. Ohhh. It is hard when one spouse is left behind, but you have written of hope, not just sadness. Well done, Delores.

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  8. So lovely... but glad my tissues were close by!

    All the best Jan

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  9. And the memories...the happy, loving memories dance in his mind.

    Beautiful, Delores. :)

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