Needlewoman Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Needlewoman
I see the fading light of my neighboring Seamstress's room.
The poor widow does embroidery of the mysterious life pattern.
I too have some darn work of my patchy clothes
And I want to borrow a needle and a thread from you.
Is it too late if I knock at your door in the midnight?
And I am sure the evildoers definitely chatter a gossip
When a bachelor meets a widow.
* I dedicate this poem to all the widows of this oblique world.
Excellent Nimal! short and sweet and to the point. The needle point that is! A (10) ! Thad
Rich, suggestive and very poignant. I wish tthe seamstress and her night visitor well. Excellent work, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/23/2024 5:08:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sweet romantic poem about loneliness. May all your needlewomen widows find solace and new beginnings. Beautiful poem. love, Allie xxxx