City Woman

Blues and laughter drifted
through her open window
from the dance club below.
Pillows piled 'round her
on the sagging sofa, she sat
smoking, blowing rings toward
the ceiling exactly as taught.
Still awake at 2:00 AM, she heard
voices calling out, goodnight,
tipsy customers wobbling their
way to the train station
on her corner.  Ice melted,
watering down her drink.
She closed the bottle of bourbon,
and sank into sleep where she lay.

Written for:
Write a poem that conveys certain emotions
WITHOUT ever naming the emotion.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to City Woman

  1. charleenm says:

    I love this so much. Absolutely beautiful. It rolls off the tongue so musically and it is as vivid as watching a film!


  2. brian miller says:

    whew…you def met the challenge…its a certain despair in the never moving…feeling no volition any more….great imagery as well….


  3. claudia says:

    the loneliness is palpable in this and the being stuck at a certain point when life around her goes on yet she seems to be prisoner of her own world… really well written


  4. Mike says:

    A scene of apathy and abandonment beautifully painted in poetry. Elegant.


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