David Drowley Poet Free verse

OYSTER

Stoic she sits
        As an oyster lacking a grain of sand
        No Pearl of Great Price or wisdom to share.

Stoic she sits
        A smile adorns her face while we hold hands,
        Bereft of thought and without words to spare.

Stoic she sits
        Cloudy sapphire eyes show nary a care.
        Oblivion’s glide left her a blank stare.

Stoic she sits
        Time’s wrinkles scribe not the soft silken face
        Of the hollowed woman who remains there.
Stoic I sit

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Valsa George August 4, 2025 at 10:05 PM Dementia strikes some while being still young. From the line suggesting.... her soft silken skin is still wrinkle free, makes me assume that she isn't very old. It is so sad that some fall under dementia before being old, with all faculties of the brain at a stand still. Probably she must have had a productive life earlier. I feel a lump in my throat. A very emotive poem, dear David.

Sam Kauffman June 25, 2024 at 11:17 AM David, you have penned a splendid metaphoric poem. The image of the empty oyster shell, no longer able to produce a pearl, has a hard-hitting impact. It is so pensive and tears at the core heart of a loving heart watching a loved one disappear into dementia. It is tender yet striking in its feeling of falling into an abyss never to return. Your last line leaves an indelible impression of helplessness. This is wonderfully crafted with rich artistry. Blessings to you!

Susan Ashley June 17, 2024 at 11:17 AM Dear David, your poem is beautifully expressed with artistic, profound use of imagery and metaphor, so rich so soulful. Your moving poem illuminates the devastating effects of dementia on the person affected and those who love them. The heartache and heartbreak in your verse is palpable and your tender yet potent imagery is truly impactful. Your last two lines hit my heart hard. Such sad splendor flows from your golden pen. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan