SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow

The bare eyes of old houses crack with sorrow,
Because the sun will rise again tomorrow.
Of all who pass by there is no dissenter,
No mood exists upon this street but winter.

A woman and a man walk by together,
Their shadows painted filigree on weather.
Gazing steadfastly upward beyond dying,
They memorize whatever birds are flying.

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A woman and a man walk by together, Their shadows painted filigree on weather. Gazing steadfastly upward beyond dying, They memorize whatever birds are flying. Amazing picture!
i think tara said it all. thank you for being you and sharing.
I can almost see them. If the chuckle factor can be trusted a very wonderful poem. Bill Grace
One hell of a fourth line and your second stanza will have your every reader depicting that couple... it is SO... well.... accurate, excellent, and sort of serenely beautiful. So perfectly observed and succinctly expressed. Never a word wsted with you. t x
Your title beckoned and I responded. Such a splendid opening line 'The bare eyes of old houses crack with sorrow'. You never fail to amaze, Sandra, with the originality of your metaphor. I guess it has something to do with the compassion that underpins all your work - not to mention your great literary skill. I can see your words. They sing to me. love, Allie xxxx
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