Sunday, January 16, 2011

Invisible

Two drops fall to spot the path
Somewhere, an invisible girl is crying
I can hear her sobs in the wailing wind
and her tears as the deluge beats down
The trees bend forward
as if to mirror the despairing curve of her back
I want to comfort her, to dry her tears
but I cannot see her
I cannot find her
She cries on, completely alone.

10 comments:

  1. I agree haunting for sure! Well done!

    Hugs Giggles

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  2. Very impressive, I could hear the invisible girl weeping while reading this. Fantastic offering!

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  3. Very evocative of a quiet storm. Love it.

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  4. I love poems that create such emotive allusions. From the look of the storm coming there is lot more weeping ahead!

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  5. What a haunting and evocative piece of writing, I really enjoyed your words. :-)

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  6. Quite the sorrowful piece Abigail.
    Pamela

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  7. I wish the girl stops crying. Little wailing girls are haunting hehe!

    Dropping by from SS :)

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  8. When I hear the little boy cry I hug myself and he seems to know it's going to be okay.

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  9. even in a crowd of wet tears life can be lonely for one who is perceived not seen...

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