He quietly sits in dim solitude.
Day after day he waits.
A tear in the fading wallpaper;
His muted center of attention.
Alone in his final days;
Devoted family long gone.
She is there but once a week;
Holding his hand, offering solace –
An angel sent to him from above.
To him, his last loving friend.
Tender words exchanged,
And warm tears wiped away.
She sits quietly in dim solitude,
Focused on that tear in the wallpaper,
On that final visit of his passing.
Remembering his tales and wisdom.
An angel sent to her from above,
Wishing for a final chance to tell him.
In a list
A contest entry
- Jeff's first year by cricketjeff.
4620 points, ended October 5, 2008, 64 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Best PW's only..HM or less (no gold,silver or bronze) by reveller.
400 points, ends December 18, 58 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
Comments
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wow
this is a powerful write. i love the wording you put into this peice. once agian you amaze me with your writing. good job. and congrates on the honnorable winner. -
This poem itself felt like it was sitting in solitude; out on its own from the others-
You reached such depths of darkness and despair within it, I could actually FEEL the chill of loneliness settling over me;
Great write, thank you for entering
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Very tender and loving poetry
perfectly formed, thank-you for a terrific entry into this very strong contest
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Wow! This is an awsome piece of work. So thoughtful, Such imagery!
"She sits quietly in dim solitude,
Focused on that tear in the wallpaper,
On that final visit of his passing.
Remembering his tales and wisdom.
An angel sent to her from above,
Wishing for a final chance to tell him."
This is a beautiful turn of POV and a wonderful ending. Both very sad and very beautiful. Great Work!
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