A woman sits alone, a cane her only companion
perhaps she is resting her legs a bit before going to market
perhaps she is waiting for her lifelong lover to meet her in the gardens
perhaps she’s remembering a time long ago when they sat at that place and first kissed
perhaps the flowers inspire her to watercolor a vision
perhaps she dances with imagined young feet to a song that she sings in her head
perhaps she is lonely, perhaps she is homeless, perhaps she’s enjoying a breeze
perhaps I should sit beside her a while
perhaps she will share her story…
Her story will remain a mystery unless we make connections.
This poem was originally posted on August 24, 2016.
Perhapsing, inventing great words is one of the many joys of writing. Beautiful wonderings.
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I got that word from an article on writing fiction. I loved the word and was inspired by the photo. Thanks for your kind words, E.
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Beautiful LuAnne, thank you for sharing.💐🌹
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I’m a perhapser. Drives my husband crazy. Perhaps he should’ve asked before he married me!
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Perhaps! But aren’t some surprises fun?
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If I hadn’t read this poignant poem today, I wouldn’t have been enriched…and there’s no perhaps about it! 🙂
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What kind words, Joan. Thank you. May your day be filled with enriching stories!
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Great message here LuAnne – people are very interesting but only if we connect.
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Thanks Lindy. We are all connected any way so might as well experience the joys of acknowledging it. 🙂
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So on the same page as you. Though the thought that always went through my head was that it was a “pondering” bench. 😀
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That works, too!
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I love this poem. Yvette
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