Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Artist's Choice - Journal Viii

ARTIST’S CHOICE –
JOURNAL VIII

This old woman –
It’s always a woman
–
Looking out a window
Why not a man?
No      he’s on the
front porch smoking
his pipe

This ancient     
deep in thought
Looking out a
summery window
Is it always summer?
Yes      winter
would be so stark

It’s Whistler’s
Mother      with
trimmings
What is she thinking
about,
Surrounded by the
past,
A bible on her lap 
    or on the table,
Pictures of loved
ones. a neat row on
the mantle

You can almost hear
the rocker creak,
Almost feel the
afghan wrap her
drooping 
      Shoulders
She’d knitted it
herself once upon a
time
It was meant for
some dear one now
departed

There must have been
an animal once
A cat is included in
one picture     
with a
      potted plant
alongside 
And there are other
relics, knick knacks
too
      numerous to
mention

Such a lonely aspect
The verdant summer
outside doesn’t 
brighten
      somehow
One senses sacrifice
 -
All her loved ones
departed
Leaving her alone
and wretched

She occupies the
sacrificial room,
Thinking not so much
of her painful limbs
But, in the face of
renewal,
She has been
sacrificed to live
out her life
        in a lonely
cubicle
In the last few I
will guard my
thoughts
      Carefully

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Andrea Dietrich July 19, 2014 at 10:03 PM so good to see you posted this one here today. You know I really like it! yes, flying dreams are the BEST , aren't they, Daver? How I wish I had flying dreams again. I think aging has beat them out of me.