A Story by Prose-full

i heard a woman humming on the train today..it took me adrift a few thoughts.....


i wonder if she was humming the blues;


plain ole tuesday blues

or down home blues like etta james had....




...i wonder if her heart was broken;
was her soul leaking the blues..
...was she a soft flower, crushed in the making-the damage temporary or permanent...




was her heart torn into pieces, left to mend on her own...




...who would pay attention to the woman-God;would He protect her like the baby birds without a mother to feed them;
...protect her like a motherless child only left out in the cold to bleed icicles and tears...

who will cry for the humming child within..protect her, keep her..


who will name her song,


who will harmonize the verses with her..lead into chorus with her..

..who shall her company be..




tell me she will not be left alone..

alone to cry a solitary tune;

heart dripping dreadful lost tunes to broken piano keys




who..who will it be,


when will she heal,

who will she touch;
who will touch she..can i;could i..would i..


who will hear her hum for life's travels;

lifes travels along the way..



and then, i watched her walk away...

© 2009 Prose-full

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Added on April 23, 2009



Houston , TX

hey my creative brothers and sisters of the pen...it's been a long time and a lot has changed. I don't write as often, I've been busy with college essays...I still love the creative pen, though. I am.. more..

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