Dark mountains flash in front of my eyes as most
of the blue disappears from the sky's.
Then winter burrows itself into my brain as the dismal
cold days return again. The drab November where there
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I liked the structure of this sad story - the reader only realizes who is narrating the tale in the last line. You have great compassion Sylvie and you share it with your reader by using the theme of Christmas to reinforce the lonliness of the house. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx
Very touching and noble sentiments expressed here. One feels that the lonely house could be a symbol of all the lonely people in the world as well. Your compassion becomes you Sylvia. Wonderful write. Love, Sandra
I am deeply moved by this poem, I think that is has a message for all to learn, we must try and understand the concept of being alone and consider those that have to bear this, Perhaps this Christmas we too could call on that neighbour who sits alone in their chair reminiscing, and place good cheer to their hearts and a warmth for their new year This is a wonderful poem, thankyou Sis Love duncan X
The old letters scattered willy-nilly on the floor, the dust powdering the door frames and the cobwebs lacing the echoing corridors....I can see it all in my mind's eye after reading this one..... what a sad house. So well described, Sylvie. Now for the last part... Love, Fran xxx