Widow

She wondered
if the old house
in the old neighborhood
still felt like home.

Time passed without permission.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

Ray Miller

2 months ago

Widow

An intriguing final line. Permission to visit, permission to let go? I think it's fine as it is.

Lavender

1 month 4 weeks ago

Hello, Ray

Thank you!

Candlewitch

2 months ago

that last line...

is killer! Loved it!

you have minimalism down to an art form. it feels like it came too you without effort.

much love, eddy and Cat

Lavender

1 month 4 weeks ago

Hello, Cat,

I was pretty deep in thought one night...

Thank you!

Wallyroo92

1 month 3 weeks ago

Widow

Time is that precious resource we have so much of and gets away from us. The nostalgia to this is real.

Great work.

Lavender

1 month 3 weeks ago

Yes...

time gets away from us. Unbelievably fast.

Thank you for reading!