Sunday, November 13, 2011

They All go Home


They all go home,
leaning on the arms
of their chosen loves
laughter fading into
the gathering dusk

They all go home,
silence dense and
enlarged, like a woodland
in the absence
of bird and leaf

They all go home
but she who wanders
returning the stares of
empty chairs
looking for love

J~

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11 comments:

  1. You've captured the eerie quality in the photo with your words ~ love it Janet!

    Also, been meaning to tell you I like the background change ~ very wintry :)

    Woke up to a rainy and dreary Monday here, hope it's not like that up where you are (I'm hoping for at least a little sunshine today!)

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  2. You sense hope in the mist and emptiness? So evenly expressed in this poem!
    Rick

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  3. Empty chairs looking for love ... what a great take on the photo!

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  4. def eeire...that they all go home except for her...i hope she finds what she awaits...

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  5. Haunting and yearning. Nicely done!

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  6. Thank-you, Brian and Tumblewords

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  7. They all go home
    but she who wanders
    returning the stares of
    empty chairs
    looking for love




    love this, divine ending, fabulous magpie.

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  8. Very nice.

    I especially like "a woodland in the absence of a bird or leaf."

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