Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Heather Jephcott writes

Beggar Lady

Perhaps they hear no sighs.
Maybe noise is blocking the quiet lonely sounds.

The busy noises rush
around organised places
on time
with no time.

She watches
desiring just one
to look her way.

She keeps her eyes steady
as everyone goes other ways 
but never towards
her own sigh-full loneliness.

She is no longer able
to make out smiles
unless up very close.

Her eyes have grown tired, dim with years.
But she can still see movement
and hear the drowning ever forwards.
She remains still, sighing.

 paintings of A Beggar Woman by
 A Beggar Woman -- Hughes Merle

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