Dust settles on ticking clock
as frail old woman waits.
Wrinkles map the time on her face.
Her silvery hair frames her dainty
face complimenting the stone gray
eyes that pierce a hole into the floor.
Long forgotten and ignored by family
as she sits quietly longing for
companionship to muffle the sounds
of the ticking clock and creaking sound
of rocking chair against wooden floor.
Time is all she has as she drifts into
slumber hoping to escape the loneliness.
A contest entry
- Anything You Want: Free Verse by Nicole Hanna.
300 points, ended May 5, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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at this stage in life dreams can be so much more than reality....
great metaphor here
easy rhyme and meter in style
Tamara
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Isn't it spelled "loneliness"? I'm pretty sure, but my spelling habits kind of suck most days, so I'll admit I could be wrong. lol. It's personal preference, of course, and doesn't necessarily effect the poem, but since you've used punctuation, I'd love to see this piece using caps only at the beginning of sentences, or for names, instead of at the beginning of each line. I see all those caps and immediately want to pause there, and it messes up the flow for me while reading. Lovely sentiment behind the piece, though a little depressing. lol. In other words, right up my alley
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