Barbara Gorelick Poet Quatrain

Alone In the Dark

Evening softly pours down from the hills..
The birds quiet , I hear the old dog bark
Another day will soon be put to sleep
And again I will be alone in the dark

The scent of lilac now comes to me..
The breeze gentle as a baby's sigh
The old back porch a haven now
As I prepare myself to say goodbye

Never thinking it would be this way..
So many days without much meaning
Hearing the creak of the rocking chair
Now to the past my thoughts are leaning

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Poet Destroyer A April 24, 2013 at 7:23 PM Barbara, congratulations with your poem on Andrea's, favorite list. always~ Linda

Painted Hunter April 23, 2013 at 7:00 AM Just darn cool, Barbara....kinda sad seeing you alone in the dark...but sad makes good poetry and you nailed it. Congrats!

Tahera Mannan April 22, 2013 at 10:45 PM beautiful. Many congrats dear friend.

James Fraser March 22, 2011 at 1:04 PM Sad but enlightening in a way Barbara, with terrific images....:)

George Aul March 22, 2011 at 11:07 AM Sad but a wonderful write.........George

Carolyn Devonshire March 22, 2011 at 10:05 AM Your poem is sad and meaningful, but I don't like the thought of you sitting alone and feeling this way, LNC. When we're young, we can never imagine how our lives will turn out. So much comes unexpectedly, so I'm hoping some unanticipated joy will find its way to you. I want to think of you "rocking," but not in a chair. Lecture over. Looking forward to the fishing trip! Love you, Carolyn

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire March 22, 2011 at 9:14 AM Dear Barbara, Sad vivid Imagery Can I bring My Rocking Chair next to YOURS and Creak Songs of the Past LOVE ALWAYS, YOUR Liege...HG

Jack Horne March 22, 2011 at 8:20 AM Great poem and so very sad, Many congrats on your win : ) Jack

Andrea Dietrich March 21, 2011 at 3:28 PM oh, my this is so nostalgic and with sweet imagery. I really love this one,Barbara. A fave!

Carrie Richards March 21, 2011 at 3:23 PM There is often this feeling, in our late years, that we have passed the exciting days when there was still so much ahead of us. I watch my children with envy sometimes...or sometimes not...depends on the day and my pensive mood. :) I love this honest expression, Barbara!

Michael J. Falotico March 21, 2011 at 2:08 PM A fine piece of work that shows your tallent so well...

James Foulk March 21, 2011 at 2:05 PM a beatiful piece of poetry, so well written.

John Loving Iii March 21, 2011 at 2:01 PM memories are like heaven sometimes. a place to take the time to explore the mind and the thing it will think up.