…hope makes a different noise…
A lonely hand reaches deep and wide.
Eleanor Rigby waits at the window —
I slump with full awareness
that the window shuts her in,
her practiced sigh releases nothing
to the farther side where
hope could make a different noise.
The French girl twirls her rings
and teases hopeful troth
from the boy who learns too late
she is too much for him,
the boy who will slump alone,
later, at the café
where her friends have
no English words for him.
In like despair,
I shrink from such bandied silence
that fills my ears
and empties my heart,
I practice solitary sighs,
reaching deeper and wider
for the touch
that can tip the count to two.
January 18, 2017
[Only a few solitary sighs are enough to bring these reflections into mind. If you’re lucky, you can put your hand in the hand of one you love, no need to wave goodbye to loneliness.]
“Eleanor Rigby” — The Beatles, 1966
“The French Girl” — Ian and Sylvia (Fricker) Tyson, 1966
February 2017 in my first book of poems, Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups, available on Amazon
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Love and sadness
never really go away
…(a new poem)
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by Robert Waller
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