For one unnoticed.

Mrs. Allisio wrote poems

about the city on her little balcony

overlooking west 138th and 7th.

An array of her favorite potted flowers

sat around her as she wrote.

Car horns and rattling trains

filled her ears each day

but they went unnoticed.

It was the people she noticed more.

each person that passed below was a

subject for her poetry.

Mr. Jacobs was a painter who painted

those he saw from his open 4th story window.

Various colors filled his pallet

as he worked with his brushes.

Car horns and rattling trains

filled his ears each day

but they went unnoticed.

It was the people he noticed more.

Each person on the street below

or across the way

was a subject including the

young lady who wrote surrounded

by colorful flowers. In fact many of

his paintings included her in some way.

His last painting was affectionately

called pretty young lady by the flowers.

His son who was visiting one afternoon

found him dead at the window by an

unfinished painting. He was 85.

Mrs. Alissio was a lonely widow

when she died of a major stroke.

Her daughter found her notebook of poems

on the chair of her balcony.

Her last poem was sadly called

to old to be noticed. she was 78. 

Reviews

[NeuroVersifier]

This tragedy is sweet, vivid, and heartbreaking. It has depth and layers that spur thoughts about our profound need for human connection and how it can be so near, yet so elusive. Thank you.

[alifeacoustic]

Beautifully written. Slices of lives we glimpse and move on from, yet there are those who do notice and unfortunately, there are few to notice them. I love people watching. Sitting with a coffee in hand, looking out at the world from my HD, surround sound kitchen window in the mornings, seeing lives being lived and wondering what those lives entail, daydreaming answers to the questions we glimpse on passing.
I like how this involves two different people, living different, yet not so different lives.
A superb write.

[Cherry]

Thank you for your review.

[alifeacoustic]

You're welcome.

[Chris]

You seldom know whom you have touched nor all the hows... just being the person you are.

You created a lasting memory for them.

[Cherry]

You are so right. Thank you.

[WillGrant]

Very beautifully written. The way you write reminds me of a couple Beatle songs for some reason. I also couldn't help but to think of a line from "The Great Gatsby", "I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life." I felt this when reading. Powerful work.

[Cherry]

Thank you.

[zunie frost]

wow !!! so sad but really nicely done with magical flow !!!!
Her daughter found her notebook of poems
on the chair of her balcony.
Her last poem was sadly called
to old to be noticed. she was 78.
these lines are outstanding !!!!
love this work !!! so natural

[Cherry]

Thank you for reading it.

[zunie frost]

welcome !!! have a nice day

[Jessi]

Conceptual. A fine story.

[Cherry]

I'm glad you liked it, thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and again, poems seem to be found posthumously...rarely are poets recognized during a lifetime.

this poem reminds me of an old simon and garfunkel song "most peculiar man"

"he lived all alone within a house within a room, within himself"

nicely done.

[Cherry]

I appreciate you taking the time to look my way.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Well conceived and skillfully composed.
An outstanding narrative poem nicely articulated, poignantly wrapped-up.
Impressive work!

[Cherry]

Thanks for reading and checking it out.

[M P Ramesh]

Cherry,
It happens without break everywhere
there appears no effect if things get delayed and delayed
and make us failures

M P Ramesh

[Cherry]

Thanks a lot for the review.

[David Scott]

Short stories can tell profound truth.
All we can do is choose to take notice.
This feels personal... It should feel personal to us all.
Thank you for sharing.

[Cherry]

Thank you for saying that Mr. Scott. I'm glad you like my poem.