Clues

To all the people lonely who live alone

The clues lay bare
Like open scars
She turned her face
In fear
She rejected any truth
Be right or wrong
In case
She may begin to fear
The truth is she knew it well
She had heard it all before
She chose to close her eyes
And see the goodness
That lay in hearts of men
In Mr Darcy or sir Lancelot
Or some old black and white
Romantic movie
She ate
With popcorn on a Friday night
Alone that Aprils late late night
As she lay and dreamt of
Soft sweet
Kisses in her ear

The clues were here alright
In black and white
As stark and bright
As coloured wings
Of her beloved caged up birds
Her house was quiet
Her lights shone bright
Her tv dimmed
As did her night light
Her time to rest
Was surely best
A hidden test

Her clue was
Like her fourth grade test
A failed 4 out of ten below
The clues were there
Even way back then
With her young blonde hair
Sitting in playground alone
As a teen awkward
Just you know
Alone and onward she must go
The lights stayed on
The tv droned on
In dreams she hurriedly goes

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

A haunting portrayal.
Lonely is one of the saddest of human conditions.
You tell it almost too well, Julie M.

[Tony Jordan]

This recalled to me the beautifully haunting song 'Eleanor Rigby'. Perhaps there is a lonely gene that gets switched on/off by life's experiences.
Yes...haunting...that's how this felt.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks tony yes once a loner always one but with friends that come n go

[Dargan]

This has an interesting rhythm to it and I like the repeated sounds - "chose to close" has a neat sound to it. I am sad that she can only see goodness when closing them though. The relentless short lines drive on like someone else is pushing her as she hurriedly goes - it fits the teme well. There are places the rhyme seems a little forced or overly repetitive, but overall I think it works.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks dargon for your review it means a lot

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Write late last night
Anyone s interpretation welcome