A Glimmer

Written for:  Poetic Asides 2023 April PAD Challenge - Day 15

"Write a shadow poem."

He sits, a outline of former self,
says he is old and stupid.
I go to see him once a week,
hoping a glimmer exists within.

Says he is old and stupid.
No more books, crosswords, humor.
Hoping a glimmer exists within.
He knows I'm his wife, not my name.

No more books, crosswords, humor.
Outrageous dark humor, always made me laugh.
He knows I'm his wife, not my name.
Food and sweets his focus now. I bake.


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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2 Responses to A Glimmer

  1. Helen says:

    Dear Sara, If ever words had the capacity to move the reader to tears, these do. I know.


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