the clock moved closer to nine
she waved through the window
as if there would be a response
just a delivery to the neighbors
not a glance today
she touched her face
making sure she did exist
she could hear the sirens
noise of the street
kept her calm
from the silence of a room
waiting for what
she was not sure
she swallowed
the last of her tea
sugar sweetness eased
her pain
setting the cup
without a sound
closing her eyes
she could return
to the days of youth
the smell of the salt air
at the ocean
brought her oxygen
she could hear children playing
as her mind set back
she found herself speaking
to those of the past
slumber would follow
to bring some peace
embracing seasons
where he called for her
held her close
she woke from her vision
to the sound
of someone passing by
the clock moved to twelve
she waved through the window
as if there would be a response
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C. H. Richard
My passion is and has always been writing. I am particularly drawn to writing fiction that has relatable storylines which hopefully keep readers engaged
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Comments (27)
A great revisit and excellent for my challenge
This is so sad. “She touched her face making sure she did exist” Devastating line! Well done! 💖
Exceptionally well done Cindy! My heart ached for your principle subject. What a Beautifully-crafted, powerful, hauntingly deep piece! Take a bow! You knocked this one out of the park. No better yet, out of this universe! BRAVO!
Tragically beautiful with melancholy witnessed like a voyeur in the corner. Great sensing poem. 🥰
This one really moved me. Their is such truth in your words and that ending, wow!
oh, the ending is so visceral. it's lonely, but somehow also hopeful, even though i'm sure i'm not supposed to feel that way, i think it must be the contrast between the memories and the now. really lovely.
Beautifully captures the loneliness of anyone growing old all alone. It is in those years that they need companionship and family the most. Spare a smile, a wave of the hand. It costs us nothing, yet it makes someone's day.
A beautiful punch in the gut
How did you paint loneliness with such... is it nostalgia? How did you *do* that? And loneliness is too blunt of an instrument to describe the sensation of this piece. Loneliness is in it, but it's just one ingredient. There's loss, sadness... but also acceptance, and a sort of grace in a way. Wow this was good. I am feeling so many things. 💙
Oooo! That last line had a chilling effect it had on me. Great entry!
i love that.
I love that she swallows all of the tea ☕nice storytelling ❗
Wow, this hits hard! Beautifully written.
A beautiful poem! Clever use of sibilants. You should do an audio recording of this piece.
Wow, fantastic, so many seek the same response beautifully written Cindy😊
This paints a picture. A lovely intimate portrait.
This definitely spoke to my senses and my SOUL. 🥲 Brilliant, gorgeous work! ❤️
Oh this one felt so lonely ❤
Super sister
Excellent work and amazing that you created this so quickly
This is a beautiful read, thanks for sharing . The feelings that it take me, to.
Very emotional, but very well written.
This reminds me of a short film we watched at the beginning of our first year of seminary. It was just an elderly woman sitting in a chair in the middle of a mostly dark room. The only light was on her as she spoke of what it was like as she got older & one by one all of her friends, her peers, had passed away. The line that haunts every one of us to this day is, "No one remembers my name." Ironically, I didn't think I would be able to remember the name of the film. But I think it was, "My Name Is Minnie".
Beautiful yet sad.
This was so sad and emotional but very beautifully written!