DOTTIE WRITES AND CRIES.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A WOMAN WRITE SIN HER JOURNAL AND MISSES HER BROTHER AND WAITS FOR HIS RETURN.

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Sunlight settles on the
table where Dottie writes.

Her journal records the days
since Willie left, the effects
it has had, her migraines,
the sickness, the stomach
pains, the blood loss.

She writes slowly, neat
and lucid, the pen tight
between finger and thumb.

She pauses, looks at the sunlight,
how the beams seem to dance
upon the cloth, she sucks the end
of the pen, her tongue sensing
the smoothness and plasticness.

She will write of the roses,
how they have grown, the red
like blood, the blood like that
on the sheet before the wash.

She misses her brother, his
departure to fetch Sammy
has pained her, causes her
loss of sleep, despite sleeping
in his bed, caressing his pillow.

She writes again, the pen nib
moving over the journal’s page,
her eyes watching the flow,
the words settling on the paper,
the words holding the images,
the images for him, for Willie
to read and have on his return.

A bird song, she cocks an ear,
outside nearby, a robin, she
closes her eyes, grasps the sound,
turns it around in her mind.

She will write that down,
he likes birdsong, loves the
songs, the call of the wild.

She opens her eyes, begins
to write once more, she wants
to cry, pushes her eyes tight
to stop tears hitting the page.

Through teary eyes sees
the sunbeams dance on
what seems like water on
the patterned cloth, she
remembers Willie laying
his head down there once
side ways on and gazing at
her as deep fond lovers may.

She puts down her black pen,
she will write no more today.


Submitted: May 11, 2012

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Wilbur

not Shakespeare - this woman's misery, born in a tidepool, forced out by the surges of an ocean's restlessness, caught now in the rip tide of misbegotten love ...Connie

Sat, May 12th, 2012 6:12pm

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Thank you, Connie. Based loosely on the relationship Dorothy & William Wordsworth but brought into the 21st century.

Sat, May 12th, 2012 11:39pm

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