This is the town with the house with the woman with the fire inside
She arranges her mornings with needles and flowers, becoming quieter
Everyday wishing there is more to life than this great lone pine
They do not talk to her anymore, nor do they visit her with apple pies
The future is a gray seagull, they say, the sun has gone to another
Nameless town with a house with a woman with a fire inside
Over the hills a cruel wind blows, she sits and listens, still as life
The moon usurps the sun in her white gown, killing the last sputters
Everyday wishing there is more to life than this great lone pine
She watches the wind overturn the wheelbarrow and the rusty bike
She rides at night like a golden broom, a naked witch, hunting after
The small town with the house with the woman with the fire inside
When the wind ceases, the sun bobs back with a gold ring and a lie
She buries the old thorns and stitches a new rose out of the guileless feathers
Everyday wishing there is more to life than this great lone pine
Who’s to say she won’t triumph over these tempests that agonize
Her soul, at first a mystery, and then a revelation, spurring her
Everyday to hope for more in life than this great lone pine
In this town with her house with herself with this fire inside
So nostalgic, so lonesome, so amazing. You write beautifully.
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Thank you!
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@Sandy, your welcome
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“She buries the old thorns and stitches a new rose out of the guileless feathers”- this was so gorgeously put.
Amazing write.
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Thanks!
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A powerful poem. Really sucked me in.
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Really enjoyed this. Lovely rhythm, and some moving images. I love the refrain of ‘…with a fire inside’. Mysterious, exciting, makes me curious and engages my imagination. Lovely piece. Harula x
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Thank you, glad you’ve enjoyed it!
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superb
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It has a lovely, lyrical quality, but I fear I do not understand exactly what it is about. No matter, it reads beautifully. 🙂
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Ah, the villanelle. So hard. Well done.
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Thanks!
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So beautiful! Filled with loneliness and hope, written with words that touchs one deeply, carefully rhymed, repeating those lines that leave a track.
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Thank you =)!
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Nice Poem
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And that, Ma’am, was a beautiful poem. But quite too beautiful for it makes me feel like giving up writing if I never write something like that.
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Thank you, you are much too kind! =)
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