A Dull Ache Seated All Alone

Just look at the peak Tall and sleek Looking at the creek With jealousy A little enmity too For the creek has its friends Trees flowers showers Towers of colored clouds Prepared to appease it With  fire dousing rains  The mountain peak Lonely monotone Head to toe alone A single standing stone None to share the  agony cones Of grief No bird no ballad No pink clad Deserted by all glee Eleanor Rigby Messy hair and dirtied skin Frail frame lean and thin To vacuum, she likes to grin Almost an empty bean Knee loves chin Exhausted by her misery Eleanor Rigby Her stone-cold gaze In her eyes the grey haze On her face blocked sun rays Starless nights and dark days From loneliness sickly Eleanor Rigby See her at the county fair There are vacant chairs Yet she chooses to sit Near the river beside a pit Skin taking support from the bone A dull ache seated all alone A sculpture from wood or stone Attempt to laugh bringing out groan A torn paper with the wind blown A voice of hesitant monotone Alone alone and again alone All colours monochrome Though surrounded by people Living in a desolate island Walking along the empty seashore A solitary story is she Eleanor Rigby Suddenly she collided With him Was about to slip into the river He held her tight A cup of tea Eleanor Rigby September 4, 2019 Eleanor Rigby Who was she Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis |