Frances Schiavina Poet Free verse

Alone

Racing the dark
on a winter night
trembling 
heart stopped
by a well-lit house
at a crying 
violin sound
back of children
playing inside
sound of laughter
aroma of spices
pulling sick heart
lingering on
to a distant 
springtime tango
fragrance of flowers
blooms and buds
unchanging
with time
the fiddler
the roses
and the smile  
that vanished
without goodbye
swallowing a knot
of tears un cried 
cutting the wind
stamping the ground
reached a keyhole
in solitude of night
to cross 
from dark
to darkness
locking mask out
sensor blue light
on a single bed white
pulling sheet
to tearing eyes
not even an echo
to answer 
a whisper
repeating twice
good night, good night
to a once existing smile.

First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-May20/21

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Agnes Lollman August 11, 2017 at 8:56 PM I must say that you have said it very well. Last thanksgiving I was not alone, But i sure did feel so alone. Its not the same with out my mom and it will never be the same. So this hit my heart.

Ovidiu Bocsa July 31, 2017 at 10:43 AM You cannot be alone in the hand of light and resonance of similar heart admiring your art.Kindly let me be your faithful reader. Now and then, you may throw me not a bone, but a friendly verse. Thanks for sharing and visit. Best regards and wishes.Let s sing together: I am pretty, o so pretty, and witty an bright.