A Softie Moves Smoothly Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Softie Moves Smoothly
It's an early gloomy morning.
And it seems Sun forgets to rise!
The single's door is open.
A black cat mewls on the doorstep
And a gadfly enters and stays for a while.
The next door maiden comes in to give the newspaper.
You can hear a faint cry inside the house
And the penniless old man is no more.
He belongs to the pauper's graveyard
And the funeral is over quietly.
The doleful maiden writes a memorandum.
'At last he left leaving the black cat his will for me.'
Rich atmosphere and fine imagery sustained in this shadowy little poem. Very touching, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra
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4/26/2024 11:04:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This one is a portrait with many colours, but all muted. Again, the straightforward directness of your approach captures the reader's attention and touches his/her heart. How subtly you evoke the old man's death and the last line about the cat gives the poem an unexpected twist. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx