Encore after the final curtain*
Into the tiny sparkled city of Wove
One former resident drove
Her face had been scarce
In recent years past
She gripped the wheel hard
As she drove
This former resident of the
Sparkling city of Wove
Revisited her last rooted strength
As she drove
Felt tired, sad cells, at last
Stir, surge and split
Happy and fast
As sparkles danced down
To her gas pedaling toes
This former resident of Wove
stopped roadside
and watched crows soar
into a slice of blue sky
As she let go and dove
Into her rain sopping heart
Found a sunshining grin
A new start within her
home place to begin
In that tiny be-sparkled
city she wove
* for those who are pulled down by sad poems on Sundays....
Thanks for the smiles and sad poems are not bad poems. They reflect human reality and is that not what we poets are all about? We wouldn't know or really appreciate gladness without the comparison.
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Dear Elizabeth - I agree with your statement - there are some dear folks who are often upset by my Sunday offerings and so I try to throw in a little silliness from time to time.
DeleteDetermination and resolve to start over so beautifully put.
ReplyDeleteOh Oldegg ... so very sweet - deeply appreciate your comment :)
Deleteabsolutely; this made be smile
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Thank you , thank you, thank you. I am thrilled that I made you smile :)
DeleteDelightful! Stopping roadside to watch the crows! Beautiful sunshining grin!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping and taking the time to comment too:)
DeleteI love the gentle rhymes running through your work. Trouble with your Sunday poems? Not from me. I like the dark pieces you pen. Depth, my friend. That's where you take us. A little light-hearted romp is fun, too.
ReplyDeleteMine's a dark one this week. Three Crows
I wonder how many of us have the strength to weave new cities within ourselves.
ReplyDeleteAn Acrostic Whirl
Oh what a lovely comment :)
DeleteThis is simply lovely, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteAwww thank you De - I wrote it quickly as an antidote to a dark poem I wrote inspired by this week's wordle words - sometimes the dark ones upset people on a Sunday so I try to follow up with something lighter. Delighted you enjoyed :)
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