She Was 43 Poem by Memories And Hope
She Was 43
Her line said
'I am 43 too'
the smile flickered on my lips
they had waited for a long time.
her poems
echoed my thoughts
shared experiences
across 7,000 miles?
Sitting under the summer sky
the stars dropping
I wondered
is pain the universal glue?
Has she felt
a ghost in her own body,
been haunted
by her own eyes?
Have tears streamed down her cheeks
their hot path
a fervent prayer,
silently quenched?
Has a melody
made her bereft
each note a memory,
a nail in the soul?
Has her skin felt
parched
awaiting
the khamseen of love?
Have her days too
mingled with nights,
a continuum
of alone-ness?
Has she rubbed
her hands against a coarse wall
reminding herself
that she still breathes?
Has she
like me
lived an eon in a moment,
a second in a year?
Is she.
me.
us.
glued by pain?
reminds me od HM Lonfellow's words-Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.'...wonderful piece
I am 43 too.... and feel glued by the lines Eyes restless search for more..warmth In hunger of long deprived lonesome life.......perhaps touching.......your verse Catching your words
Ms. Hope: Very well done, this poem evokes a kind of kindred relationship that is treasured because it is rare. 'Thelma? I'd like you to meet Louise.' Thanks, G
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5/8/2024 5:49:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
reminds me od HM Lonfellow's words-Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.'...wonderful piece