I can’t hear
melody in my home
I can’t see
love in a barren land
except
for the pitter-patter
of a young girl’s footstep
doodling her hopes and
dreams in little canvases
for company
with tears in her thoughts
.
I can’t feel
harmony in your tone
I can’t smell
roses with your demands
except
for the murmur
of a sweet girl’s prayer
pinning doodles with
artful hearty messages
outside the door
to my heart
.
I can’t..
.
.
.
This is so heartbreakingly beautiful. I’m getting that there is no longer any love between the couple. The little girl, desperate for attention, is suffering for it. I have the feeling that the speaker in the poem still plans on walking out. Just my interpretation. Well done!
🙂 tq beth..
I can’t … this is achingly poignant and … I can’t
tq sein..
Sometimes I feel the same: knowing and doing nothing to change it. It doesn’t last long only because, deep inside, I am an optimistic. (And I have the sun and the sea. 🙂 )I hope your feelings change or your beautifully and sadly painted situation will continue to be a source of stress and pain for three.
tq seabell..
wonderful imagery, precious and innocence. nice write!
tq tekia..
Hello Kris,
Very sad words, but I’m sure an optimism wil return.
Nice to visit your Blog again.
Best Wishes,
Eileen
tq eileen