Sundays Whirligig # 230
she listened to the river
flowing calmly
by her bedroom window
dreaming of his arms around her
the reality was
he was spoken for
she had been burned before
hanging on to empty promises
wanting to believe the weaving
of false hope
the whole thing was destructive
the break had to be final
bed river room burned listened weaving
empty dreaming final calm spoke arms
THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Loft" by Richard Jones:
What a haunting story - superb poem
ReplyDeleteLovely writing Rall - initially I though the first four lines were the poem! And even that would have been nicely crafted, luminescent and certainly sufficient enough!
ReplyDeleteAs ever crisp clear writing that never fails to please me... Thank you...
ugh, the pain is palpable. He was never hers..that break can be difficult to heal from there are always scars.
ReplyDeleteThat calm river gives me shivers. A quiet lead up to that sharp final stanza.
ReplyDeleteThe question is: Did she make the break?
ReplyDeleteAh, that is a hard place to be. You told a whole tale in those lines.
ReplyDeleteI hope she breaks from him for her own sanity. Nothing like being involved in a one sided relationship
ReplyDeleteTo love someone who is spoken for takes a great deal of strength and courage. Sometimes it's enough to love❤️ Powerfully penned.
ReplyDeleteMen can be such beasts can't they? Best to trust the poetic ones.
ReplyDeleteErm...no comment !
ReplyDeleteOh yes, a familiar scenario, well told.
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