A WOMAN IS CRYING
In the next room
a woman is crying
a moon
perches upon an hotel sign
unmoved
as a new millennium
dawns
as bright as neon
the woman
still crying
her unknown
despair
shifting silently
from one century to another
human grief
unchanged
from age
to age.
A woman is crying.
Simplicity in language is strength best proved in poetry as demonstrated here. Powerful!
I love the simplicity and yet the cleverness of getting the point across with such a punch.
Grief...love...loss...all these the common things of mankind. We may be different in race, religion, creed, whatever, but common to us all is the heartbreak of 'a woman crying.' Lost, alone, lonely, heartbroken...matters not...just the grief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem speaks for itself so eloquently and it's well grounded.10.