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| A Dinner Table at Night, 1884, John Singer Sargent |
She Waits
She sits
pensive and waiting
dim crimson lights abuzz around her
She waits
alone and stultified
though her malevolent beau perches near her
She hears
nothing and all things
his lamented empty words fall around her
She drinks
often and quickly
dulling senses as alcohol consumes her
She sees
shadows and sculptures
hopeless faraway dreams elude her
She sits alone
waits for nothing
hears light buzzing
drinks in her dreams
sees no kind soul.
She perishes,
pensive and waiting,
alone.
Pamela N. Brown
© August 6, 2012
14 comments:
ugh...grisly in the harsh reality of it...alone is a hard place to be waiting....
Kinda dark and forbidding.
Nice job with the tone.
=)
Creative take on the prompt...
Thank all of you for your comments.
The 'joys' an alcohol drenched night of forgetting... Sigh....
I like how the first line of each stanza can stand alone...nice...
That is really sad...You have painted her well ~ Nice to meet you ~
I too like how the beginning of each verse could stand alone. I think I would have tipped the drinks back too in such a setting...great take on the prompt!
I too like how the beginning of each verse could stand alone. I think I would have tipped the drinks back too in such a setting...great take on the prompt!
That's a slow and lingering demise, and no mistake...
She came to her end...oh no!
Effectively descriptive. Utterly sad. You certainly caught the feeling.
A long night's journey into today. NIght after night.
Sad yet seductive. I like it!
An excellent sad write.
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