Final Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Final

Rating: 3.4


When he asked her to stay,
when he pleaded and begged,
when he reasoned with logic
she just stood by the door,
briefly smiled with her lips
and, in a gesture of finality
slowly, with delicious sterility,
rotated her oval Madonna's head
left to right, silently, beautifully.
There was no need to read her lips.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 04 September 2005

Short good-byes are the best.

0 0 Reply
Mary Nagy 04 September 2005

Nice scene you've painted here. Goodbyes are difficult whether they're calm as you've described or crazy. Nice one. Sincerely, Mary

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success