Carolyn Devonshire Poet Tanka

Sparrow On a Ledge

Sparrow on a ledge
Needed help but told no one
Vanished overnight
Her smile now missed by neighbors
Lights out again on Park Lane

Foreclosure’s victim
Few ever visited her
Had we known her plight
This senior we might have saved
Elderly and abandoned



*In honor of John's "Retread what you've said" contest

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Jack Horne November 3, 2020 at 12:15 PM such a compassionate write here, hon Carolyn Devonshire November 3, 2020 at 1:46 PM Our seniors deserve better, Jack. Thanks for reading!

John Freeman December 17, 2011 at 9:27 AM Beauty is as beauty thinks as beauty speaks, Carolyn, Merry Christmas and may the new year bring much peace and happiness, Congrats on your thoughful verse, worthy of first place. Agape, Moses

Bob Quigley December 17, 2011 at 8:33 AM A story re-lived every day unfortunately. This is an important reminder to us all Carolyn. Well done

Debbie Guzzi December 17, 2011 at 6:49 AM yes so few would have helped even if they new..it's sad..even if they were asked few would help? Most simply see and look away. Congrad's Light & Love Happy Holy Days

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl December 17, 2011 at 3:45 AM Congratulations on your place x

Gwendolen Song December 16, 2011 at 1:04 PM Such amazing mirroring stories, Carolyn. That is very nifty this type of tanka. A very special congrats on this win. John don't judge these contests carelessly...he knows you are the best! Enjoyed this poetry of yours AS ALWAYS. Luv, Gwendolen

Carol Sunshine Brown December 16, 2011 at 12:53 PM Congratulations on your placement in Moses' "Retread" contest Carolyn. Love, Carol

Andrea Dietrich November 14, 2011 at 11:18 PM The poor thing, CArolyn. gosh, did this not place? It's very good.

John Loving Iii November 13, 2011 at 3:32 PM pychopathic birds of prey.

Joe Maverick November 13, 2011 at 3:06 PM A strongly focused write on a common and saddening abuse of vulnerable people in this scribe Carolyn...well captioned and shadowed:)

Kabuteng P.Ink K. November 13, 2011 at 11:14 AM Oh shucks, what a sad story, Carolyn...I think it's good though that you highlighted this sad plight of some elderly in your poem... hugs :)

Wilma Neels November 12, 2011 at 9:37 AM I so love how you combined these two images and produced a thought provoking gem Carolyn, we sometimes forget to look beyond our own needs.. This is really beautiful and yet so sad as well.. all the best for Brian's contest, love wilma

Barbara Gorelick November 12, 2011 at 12:17 AM Oh LNC...this is just awsome...The title just grabs you and is a perfect description...Ive been ill..lets talk soon. BG

Jslambert Mister Roboto November 11, 2011 at 4:04 PM very sad and close to home. Soup mail coming!

Daver Austin November 11, 2011 at 3:01 PM You have to feel for those on the ledge, on the edge, especially in these times of smoke and ruin. Luck in the contest. Love, daver

Russell Sivey November 11, 2011 at 2:24 PM Wow Carolyn, this is quite the deep write! Sad too, for the senior citizen! The world can be soooo cruel sometimes...really more times than not! It is so true that nobody noticed, that's the way it is anymore, sad. Wonderful work!!

Sarah Seraphin November 11, 2011 at 2:21 PM * “I Wrote A Simple Verse Which Also Mentioned Being Atop A Ledge * My Dear Sweet Beautiful Carolyn * Twas Titled * SwitchBlade * Quite A Bit Removed From This Compassioned & Moving Poe * Give Her Precious Heart A Kiss * My Luv, Always * Sarah.” *

Tim B November 11, 2011 at 2:12 PM People have become afraid to ask others for help, sad really, but a product of an entitlement environment, everyone supposes that the government will help and charity begins not in the heart but in Washington. Prayer is needed for us all, beautiful yet depressing poem Mrs. Carolyn. It sparks awareness though and that is its greatest gift.

Jack Horne November 11, 2011 at 1:29 PM Sad piece, my friend. Was that the lady who lived on cat food? Gary Glitter, the guy in the glitter poem, turned out to be a child abuser. Horrid man.

Caryl Muzzey November 11, 2011 at 1:16 PM So sad and so realistic Carolyn, a wonderful heartfelt Tanka. The best to you in the contest~ Caryl

Michael J. Falotico November 11, 2011 at 1:07 PM Sad write on some real issues in our society... We can learn from people of wisdom.... wonderful tanka Carolyn and thanks agian for the conrats... love Michael