She's gone, they say..

Dull leaves, wilted flowers..

Dry grass, bent trees..

Dirty baskets, unkempt shrubs..

Caked shovels, arid soil..

She's gone, she died.

There's no one to care..

The flowers miss her,

The winds call to her..

The skies are sad, 

The ocean weeps..

She's gone they say,

She's lost to the world.

Author's Note

This really has no central idea... Written to write, without inspiration.

Reviews

[The dark story]

i don't think that there is no central idea in it...i do means a lot...i would gladly like to appreciate this piece of writing and i found this the best of your work what have read till now..i sorely like the diction herre and the very first stanza creates so vivid imagery in our mind ...sinking us to the environment of despair and sadness...also what i like is the importance you have conveyed through these verses to that person which is truly prophetic...great job!!!

[Moniba]

Thank you Atiba!

[Renée]

beauty in unknown ..yet I think if you read this again.... you will see what your mind wants you to see .....

[Michael G. Smith]

It seems the universe is one less star without her. I really like this sentimental piece.

[Moniba]

Thank you. Hmm that's the idea here.

[Mary Christabel George]

There has to be something to it.
hmmmm.... Something unknown & hidden.

[Holly Mason]

what an imagination and just written to write
very lovely images so vivid
thank you for sharing

[Moniba]

Oh, thank you! :)

[Patrick Henry]

I am surprised to find myself, finding your poems to sound beautiful and free, all the while.... "listening" to how the words that you use are to describe how desolate and chaotic these emotions are. We all borrow against our pasts and memories that make us who we are, whether we like it or not, but to be able to put into poem for OTHERS to understand..... THAT is the great debate one would seek to soak up in even the Roman times. Scripture, legends, fairy tales "which have their OWN dark histories", and poem are wonderful ways to experience inclusion and not go it alone anymore!! This is my fourth poem of yours that I read, and they were all enjoyed. Most, if not all, were similar in the "downward spiral" feeling, but I liked them...... xoxo -Mark

[Moniba]

Thank you... I'm honored really, and will try not to disappoint you in the future either. And yeah... My writing style doesn't vary much.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but there is a central idea, and you really create a picture for me.

i see a house and a yard of someone much older. this person has passed away...and now it is reflected in the uncared for, unkempt yard...overgrown, left alone.

and the person looking at this reflects on that person...maybe wondering about her or him.

wondering what the person was really like, why didn't i get to know him or her ...more than i did..

this is food for a lot of thought, actually..

sometimes these poems that just blurt out are the best.

i like your voice.

[Moniba]

Thank you! And yes, I agree. Sometimes these randomly written pieces turn out best.
I liked the imagery ;)

[zainul]

Marvelous imagination!

[Moniba]

Thankyou sir.

[zainul]

You are most welcome.

[Muhammad Qasim]

a sad piece!!

[Moniba]

Hmm, I write sad poems for some reason.

[Muhammad Qasim]

but even if they are sad...they are goos and that is what matters