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Posted by Highhat on September 7, 2011 - 13:33

Quietly she folds her hands
around the tobacco pouch
Quietly she takes the paper from the shelf
She is ageing in silence
The sun’s rays are peeled
away by grey clouds
she has the Mediterranean blues
the storm rips the leaves
from the branches
throwing them all over
she plucks a leaf from her hair
silently scowling
she is quietly old
detached from the world
Misanthrope
she remembers being neither child
nor woman
everything disappeared
everyone ran away
and left her on her own
her silence is old
and ageing furthermore
She stares at the pavement and the
deep puddles left over from
the downpour
Words are strangers
in her silent world

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Comments

MaggieG | September 7, 2011 - 13:40

This is so wonderfully allegorical of silence itself.

Much enjoyed :)

Highhat | September 7, 2011 - 13:45

It's so nice to have you around Maggie- I love your kind comments. Thanks a lot. You give satisfying critique-
and your praise is so appreciated
;)Pia

seashore | September 7, 2011 - 15:35

Wonderful, Pia.

Overthetop1 | September 7, 2011 - 17:45

This is so very good, so very sad, and so very everything a poem should be. Hark-is that the sound of the cherry van or is it just the usual rumbling in mt head? Please give this a cherry ed.

Highhat | September 8, 2011 - 03:49

Thank you very much Coral. Your comment is so appreciated.
Hope you have a good day..

;)Pia

Highhat | September 8, 2011 - 03:51

OTT- I do appreciate such a wonderful comment and am so pleased you liked this so much. THat's a good cherry to get. Thank you so much.
Have a great day..

;)Pia

skinner_jennifer | September 8, 2011 - 08:28

I can see that so much quiet, pensive thought has
gone into this gem of a poem.

the storm rips the leaves
from the branches
throwing them all over
she plucks a leaf from her hair
silently scowling
she is quietly old
detached from the world
Misanthrope
she remembers being neither child
nor woman
everything disappeared
everyone ran away

These are my favourite lines, but the poem as a
whole was very thoughtful.

Thankyou for the read.

Jenny.

Silver Spun Sand | September 8, 2011 - 09:16

This really is so very poignant, Pia. Beautifully penned;-)

Tina

Highhat | September 8, 2011 - 16:35

Thank you very much Jenny and Tina. You are very kind
and I am very grateful for your comments and for you reading my stuff all together...
;)Pia

SundaysChild | September 10, 2011 - 02:48

Beautiful

Highhat | September 10, 2011 - 02:53

Thank you Sundays-

thanks a lot for the cherry-a pleasure

;)Pia

Nicola6 | September 10, 2011 - 03:23

the Mediterranean blues - beautiful

Highhat | September 10, 2011 - 05:48

Thanks for reading Nicola and leaving a nice comment...

;)Pia

cormacru999 | September 12, 2011 - 20:35

she is quietly old
detached from the world

I love that section, in a very strong poem that's the two lines I feel most attuned to. I love sad poetry, it really speaks to my mood. like rainy days.

Highhat | September 13, 2011 - 04:56

Yeah a bit of a sad state to be in. Thanks for reading C999- really appreciate it.

;)Pia

L G Meadows | September 13, 2011 - 06:30

Hi, there are some amazing descriptions in this poem. Wow, too many to choose one. The ending is perfect for the poem. Hats off to you!

Highhat | September 13, 2011 - 13:47

Thank you very kindly LG- glad you enjoyed this one..

;)Pia

Overthetop1 | September 13, 2011 - 19:16

So glad you got a cherry for this Pia. And it's just as well. I was going to go on hunger strike if it didn't.

Highhat | September 13, 2011 - 19:44

My god- then I am glad I got one OTT- nothing like a starving OCD'er- deary me- glad we avoided that.. Thanks

;)Pia

chasing.parked.cars. | October 19, 2011 - 00:52

It reminds me of the ocean eyes staring at me, popcorn ceilings with loud opinions. Very interesting. :)
chasing.parked.cars.

Highhat | October 19, 2011 - 04:22

Thanks for a wonderfully poetic comment Chasing PC

;)Pia