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Storytime

The bed is still in disarray. A faint erotic scent exudes From the crumpled pillow. Was it only yesterday This page unfolded? Empty now this gold and decorated room Except for paper roses. A bobolink On a spiral spring, gay. The mirror stares back at me Unrecognizing the pale cold shadow Who haunts it seeking An old reflection. The blush is gone; no joke This walking in and out of chapters. Tell me another story, friend, Or give this one a happy ending.

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Ann Peck

Date: 8/18/2022 2:00:00 PM

I love your poem, Elizabeth. I think I know how you feel...youth disappeared, children gone, life rearranged. The book of life. You said it well.

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 8/18/2022 7:30:00 PM

So good of you to comment, Ann. Yes, about the children, I never realized they would be gone. Silly, no? But now I wake to a silent house. They're good people; they come to lunch sometimes. Eluizabeth

Brian Sambourne

Date: 8/10/2022 6:41:00 AM

Many superb lines like "this walking in and out of chapters." (So much of our lives are chapters indeed). In fact, the book metaphor is consistently strong throughout your poem. Congratulations on such a thought provoking write. Brian

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 8/10/2022 9:12:00 PM

Thank you for your most generous comment, Brian. It's such fun to share little new-found phrases that tweak the brain cells. Elizabeth

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 8/3/2022 1:21:00 AM

Excellent Elizabeth. Melancholy peppered with a bit of humor. A fave from me too. A warm belated welcome to Poetry Soup. Congratulations on your wonderful win. Aloha and Blessings xxoo

Gary Radice

Date: 8/2/2022 2:18:00 PM

I was fascinated reading this Elizabeth. I want to know more. There is an air of loss and sadness that pervades your words. A feeling as if you are just going through the motions. It's almost as if you are asking and demanding to know from life as to how much more it can throw at you. Whether I'm on the right tracks or not I really enjoyed reading your poem. Congratulations on your win in Mystic Rose Rose's contest. Cheers - Gary

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 8/2/2022 2:22:00 PM

Very astute reading, Gary! Thanks so much for your comment. Elizabeth

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/23/2022 6:40:00 PM

wow, GOOD stuff. A fave.

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 7/23/2022 11:41:00 PM

You are so incredibly supportive! I take heart.