(1925 - / Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)


Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at bright moonlight on concrete.

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There is a snowoman on my neighbor's front lawn. She wears a bonnet in the moonlight and shrinks away a bit more each day. She is divorcing him.
Even if you divorce for a good reason, the process of going from we to me, is a daunting one.
I’m rather amazed at the low popularity of this poem. Possibly the average reader hasn’t experienced a divorce and the distorted time that can surround it… Then again, such is poetry.
People don't seem to contemplate the lonliness of life after a divorce... If they did, they might appreciate their spouse more. You might enjoy my poem on Divorce (and El Nino) : http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/divorce-another-matter-of-course-the-storm-brews/