#14

Disheartened

The cafe is
bustling, green
menus cover
the searching eyes,
of possible
prospects, she now
realizes that
she will remain
at this booth,

in the corner,
she sits, her hair
tasseled like a
child's, clouds fall in-
to her eyes, gloom
has found its path.
In the posture
of un-watered
flowers she sits.

With vibrating
limbs, she waits, for
the person in
white, swirling the
long forgotten
memories in
her now cold cup
of tea, as she
waits for the chime.

This is the new version of my syllabic poem that I re-worked after reading through the suggestions for this week. I can't tell you all how much I appreciate all the feedback I received. There were a couple of you who questioned who she was waiting for and why she was there, but I wanted this poem to be somewhat open for interpretation. The reader can imagine the women in whatever situation comes to mind. Again thanks everyone. If any of you have more suggestions to make this piece better please let me know.