Linda Alice Fowler Poet Free verse

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Crazy Tante von Vogt

Never met her, yet I've heard
the crazy Tante von Vogt
lived her life as any would,
if they were crazy.

She'd walk to butcher's each week
no nod greeting who might pass.
She'd buy four hundred grams’ meat,
ask for bones to bag.

At the baker's, she'd buy bread,
a brown loaf to last the week.
Tucked it neatly under arm
and took the path home.

She fed the meat and the bones
to her feral cats and dogs.
Then she'd eat her bread and broth
to tease her belly.

Her emptiness never known,
her mind reached doleful corners.
Her heart had dried up, withered,
wilted without him.

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Bill Baker April 4, 2024 at 6:51 PM Dramatic poetry, Linda. A sad poem that is too real to not impact my mind and heart. So sad to be alone and to have lost a spouse or love. Thanks for keeping us mindful of those that are alone and need help and some attention. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill Linda Alice Fowler April 4, 2024 at 7:31 PM Thank you dear neighbor. I am always mindful of the elderly. I think most Americans are unaware, or uninterested in the precious resource of our elderly. Thanks for commenting Bill! :)

Tonye George April 3, 2024 at 4:02 AM A missing void can make us spend most of our years and lives unhappy and less creative. She'll heal. Linda Alice Fowler April 4, 2024 at 10:01 AM One can only help themself. I hope she is happy with her animals. Thanks for stopping by to comment Tonye!

Paul Bell April 2, 2024 at 4:43 AM This is what happens when you have a soul mate who pops his clogs before you. Some go a bit loopy, and befriending animals become their thing. In saying that, they have character. Linda Alice Fowler April 4, 2024 at 9:59 AM Yes, indeed they do have character Paul. So nice of you to say so. ;) Good to see you my friend, hugs :)

Gershon Wolf April 1, 2024 at 8:45 PM Well, ... all saints are a bit crazies, and all crazies have a bit of sainthood in them. So, I don't know about this 'Tante.' ~ Tonto, aka Jay Silverheels Linda Alice Fowler April 4, 2024 at 9:58 AM This is a made up story of a true Tante I once heard. righto kemo sabe! Thanks gw. :)

I Am Anaya April 1, 2024 at 8:18 AM Interesting how she is kind to her pets and thinks less of herself, Mother Teresa or just berserk? Good tale, told of one of Van Gohs! Enthralling storyteller, Linda hugs~Anaya Linda Alice Fowler April 1, 2024 at 9:36 AM They did call her crazy. ;) Yup. Van Gogh it is. I am glad you enjoyed this one bff and thanks for the encouraging comment! hugs :)