Look Away

Way down deep in the heart of the south, there's a lady who whispers through the trees. A melancholy song on the lips of her mouth, but she looks away from the sight that she sees. Old memories decay in the humid days and nights, weathered monuments standing in ancient cemeteries. Her shame is covered in moss and blight, but her grace and beauty she ever carries. She has survived war and horrific storms and she may be looked down upon. But you still smell jasmine in the air when it's warm and feel her presence when the wind is gone. She can be heard on a long summer evening, her song a sad sound of a broken heart grieving. 10/29/18

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 12/30/2018 3:48:00 PM

Wren, this is incredibly beautiful! Congratulations on your top placement with this creative yet hauntingly sad poem! : ) Happy New Year!

Wren Rushing
Date: 12/31/2018 7:27:00 AM

Thank you Connie and Have a Happy New Year!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/30/2018 12:58:00 AM

"Way down deep in the heart of the south, there's a lady who whispers through the trees." - we were on the same wavelength yesterday, as I was writing about my spirit guide Little Bear laughing in the trees. My poem was opposite in feelings, but you had me on the first line, Wren. I was hooked with the first three words. Well done, my friend.

Wren Rushing
Date: 10/30/2018 7:27:00 AM

Thank you Caren, I have lived in south Louisiana my whole life and this poem kind of reminds me of her. Have a blessed day.

P.S. Awtry

Date: 10/29/2018 11:11:00 PM

"you can still smell jasmine...when it's warm" You have painted a melancholy picture with your beautiful words.

Wren Rushing
Date: 10/30/2018 7:05:00 AM

Thank you p.s. for your kind comments.