She stood at the bus stop,
arm frozen straight up
by some horrible disease,
face impassive
but noticing when I looked at her:
angry, trapped, but still living
inside her hijacked body.
Waving at heaven.
Posted for Kim's intriguing prompt at Verse First : to write an enigmatic poem in the style of William Carlos Williams' The Red Wheelbarrow.
ugh...hard life as it def makes you stick out...and i am sure there are those that look beyond a casual glance and she feels them...i am glad though that she is living...and waving at heaven was a nice way of looking at her...
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ReplyDeleteA sad poem with the obvious physical stresses. In fact, the release was waving at heaven..seeking another way.
Well done Sherry with your very powerful eight lines...
Best wishes,
Eileen:)
My mom "waved" from her hospital bed. The nurse almost broke her arm trying to get it down to the bedside until I walked in.
ReplyDeleteThis poor woman. Yes, I believe she is reaching out... This touched me deeply, Sherry. Thanks, Amy (how's the menagerie?)
Very sad and moving Sherry. Wonderfully written!
ReplyDeleteThat speaks volumes of her strength, Sherry. A touching piece that embraces faith and let it guide her...so well penned!
ReplyDeleteThose who wave at heaven while still trapped inside themselves and angry, need and deserve a second look. they demand it.
ReplyDeletewonderful!
Sad, but strong.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured a beautiful moment of awareness, acceptance, and understanding. Good one, Sherry,
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http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/07/31/hand-me-down-lines/
Very sad, Sherry....but there could be worse things to wave at than heaven! (Smiles)
ReplyDelete...sometime in our lives we need to experience toughness for us to be reminded to wave at heavens... it won't cost us much to whisper a li'l thanks for the blessing we get each day.... smiles... loved this Sherry...
ReplyDeleteOh this is so powerful and it really effects me because I have Epilepsy and I am in a seizure cycle now and my body and mind are not functioning as I want and often against my will altogether. Beautiful writing Sherry
ReplyDeleteThe poor soul has touched everyone whoever has met her through you.
ReplyDeleteSometimes you churn out the sleeping instincts to run out into the world extending hands......
ReplyDeleteThis leaves one wondering what's going through her mind, what caused the freeze. Still, her hand uplifted seems to mean she's at least waving, knowing something possitive still exists. This was chilling Sherry. Nice.
ReplyDeleteA powerful write, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteVerses layered with hope to break free one day, some day. sad and powerful!
ReplyDeleteIt's all in what is observed. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYou captured the emotions well. A trifle sad this one.
ReplyDeleteThe ending lines are sharp and poignant ~ Well done Sherry ~
ReplyDeleteI like those ending lines, so poignant and sad ~ Well done Sherry ~
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