Veiled Lament Poem by Bert Bell
Veiled Lament
as frail as a wishbone, she
sits at the table by the window,
sipping her sherry in a haze
of blue sadness, waiting for
him to walk through the door
as he always does after
a long day at the office he
hates so much. she plays with
a strand of hair, and casts
her eyes on the place-setting
she has laid out for his
dinner. she brushes away
a tear, and leans on her
elbows, cradling her chin
in an open palm, almost
smiling, perhaps at a memory
of him, who she now accepts
she will never see again.
Bert Bell 2016
Poignantly heartfelt, loneliness falls like a blanket upon the mind while reading this poem, the sorrow of loss seeps into the picture you have painted through your poem, a lasting image is seen now. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
A beautifully crafted very touching poem highlighting the deep sorrow after losing a near and dear one that accompanies one through out life. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Well articulated and nicely brought forth in persuasive expressions with conviction. A sad story of love nicely put together.