Poem – She Danced

She danced in the rain

The drops were

Mixed with shards of glass

As she fell a charm bracelet

Escaped her grasp

Laying on the street

Beside her but inches from her hand

A stream of water

With tints of red

That shows a slight shimmer

Against the colorless snapshot

Empty eyes open

But cannot see

As her right shoe sits

As if dangling

With only the top of her foot

Still inside

As the air of life

And death collide

Barely noticed by

The passers by

How can this be

A life not mourned

Or even just treated respectfully

Once just a glimmer

In an eye

Now a soon to be memory

Over which pain will be felt

Causing many a mourner to cry

Or at least one can hope

One can hope

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Such a sad story and a beautifully poetic piece of imagery. Like the shot in a movie. That one moment where the audience feels the compassion to mourn for the character with no one to mourn their death and leaves them to wonder if anyone every celebrated thier life. Great work!

[Rene Velez]

cool piece of writing...

[bobby]

This is a different angle of inspiration for me, objective. You see it as if your looking upon an event and wonder how others dont see it at all. Interesting

[paradise]

I like the whole idea of how its a storey inside a poem in my perspective I really enjoyed this great detail ncie poem

[V]

this a really good poem. and yes, beautifully bleak might be the right words for your work (s). it is as well-structured as written. good one :)

[Aekmy]

Very simple and to the point, yet you used such strong words. Great job.

[LilyLily]

very nice piece. definitely able to visualize your words, and I like the last part, repeating the words "one can hope"

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

i love the first two stanzas

[Caitlyn Murray]

Wow thats sadd but I still like itt

[patricia]

very sad, i think we all feel sorry for ourselves and worry if one day anyone will come to our funerals. Trouble with me is, they won't know where to find me or how long i've been dead..cause i dont tell em where I am! yet i still feel sorry for myself! anyway great piece. Thankyou.

[nathan]

Man that's sad. How true the depiction of how people are becoming colder