A Squirrel's Tale - When She Painted the Park Sad
i heard her think ‘maybe alone is all i'll ever know’
as she read the words on the page you could have heard a pin drop
the benches, the grass, the lamps, all held their breath
then it happened she painted the park sad
all the colors faded changed into shades of black
everything around her mourned her loss
the naked trees as one let out a sigh
the birds went mum with not even a chirp
you'd have to talk to her tears
ask them exactly what she felt
ask them!, if you wanted details
but from behind my favorite rock
i could feel the depth of her pain
and i feared she'd never stand again
freeze to her death sitting there
alone.
Suddenly she stood.
I could read on her face,
she would move on.
It was as if she decided
that the love she had shared was in itself
the reward.
She would take the high road
and just like that the park smiled and resumed
its state of bright colors.
Sponsor: SKAT A
Contest Name: Dark and Deep (old poems only)
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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