Jack Horne Poet Rhyme

Widow's Tears

Tears were running down her face,
streaking make up once applied
carefully, to look her best;
beauty mattered til he died.

Fashions change but still she wears
mourning clothes: a dress of black;
veiled, she never looks at men;
dreams her husband's coming back.

When she dies I pray she finds,
after waiting all those years,
faithful love was not in vain:
recompense for lonely tears...

written 30th July for Constance's Three Stanzas contest

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Deborah Burch December 6, 2016 at 2:22 PM Well, Jack. What can I say...other than I hope so too. Well done. Big Hugggs. Cap'n Deb

Phyllis Babcock September 1, 2016 at 3:45 PM So sad you can feel the sorrow in this poem. Nicely done Jack. Fall is upon us and leaves are starting to turn color. Not looking forward to winter. Hope all is well with you. love phyl

Scott Thirtyseven August 19, 2016 at 9:58 AM So well penned, it touches the soul. Best of luck in the contest.

Judy Ball August 16, 2016 at 8:58 PM WoW! Such a beautifully expressed and poignant piece. Filled with understanding and empathy for the pain of another. Great job. Congrats. God Bless, JB Thanks so much for your kind words on my "Smokey, Faithful Friend To The End". Been gone awhile and didn't get back until now.

Christine Saputo August 2, 2016 at 8:13 PM I have felt the same emotions as the widow in your poem. I lost my husband 7yrs ago. But I am finally starting to fully let go. Congrats on your win! Peace and Blessings! :)

Charlie Smith August 2, 2016 at 11:02 AM So well done Jack, congratulations...

Kelli White July 31, 2016 at 12:34 PM Amazing. I truly love this Jack.

Andrea Dietrich July 30, 2016 at 7:05 PM wow,Jack., GOOD stuff here. I can always count on seeing a GREAT poem from you, my friend. Too bad you don't visit us here more often.

Paul Callus July 30, 2016 at 5:33 PM Truly sad and lovely all in one, Jack; I am sure that it will appeal to Constance...her type of poetry! Regards // paul

Nette Onclaud July 30, 2016 at 4:45 PM profoundly done with deep lines, jack... i did something similar to this; yours is btter!..huggs

Sara Kendrick July 30, 2016 at 4:00 PM Ahh!! Very expressive and emotive..My mother said her mother wore black from the day her daddy died until her mother died..She was left with five children from ages 6 months to 12 years old to rear on her own..Thanks for the visits to my page..Sara

Jan Allison July 30, 2016 at 3:37 PM Oh Jack this brought tears to my eyes - reminds me of a friend here on our Island who has never got over the loss of her hubby and she said she will never ever find anyone to replace him as he was the love of her life. I know Constance will love your poem :-) hugs Jan xx

Reason A. Poteet July 30, 2016 at 2:11 PM A touching piece, well-written. Tis a sad time when we lose anyone we love but especially a wife or husband. Perhaps in time, she can use her loss to comfort and befriend others going through the same crisis. That would be earthly recompense.