Vickey Rhymer Poet Rhyme

Vigilante

Waiting at the window
In the upper floor red brick
Through glaze oxidized opaquely
With grime that has grown thick

From eary day she
 arrives at post
The arc begun at easternmost
She watches the light progress

At noon she dines a simple meal
that to her holds no real appeal
Around she moves it on her plate
And soon is quite the mess

Throughout her vigil ever she crept
This guardianess
Who seldom slept
Yet dreams of his return a dream to her heart she's kept

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Vickey Rhymer January 19, 2024 at 10:50 AM I did not know till writing this that vigilante is taken from the latin for sentinal or guard .Hi Gershon,you guys staying warm up there in the windy city ? Vickey Rhymer January 21, 2024 at 9:03 PM Post script........Reaching in with her own bare hands the still beating dream she ripped away Accepting collateral damage she mused Let the chips fall whereever they may

Gershon Wolf January 17, 2024 at 7:36 PM Interesting portrait of this 'guardianess.' I was trying to imagine what had been going on in her mind before she made it up to be a vigilante. Whoever said life was a bowl of cherries ---- well, er, not-so-much.