Broken Black woman

She strode slowly across the sea of brown

Dragging the brown tangled weeds

Her head payed tribute to the ground

In absolute reverence her back went down

 

Her bloodshot eyes seeked lids for cover

The scarf wounded around her head of white tangles seemed less of colour

And her lips the shade of sea’s foam.

 

I gazed behind the glass of safety,

She seemed oblivious to my stares,

The blue sky looked down in pity,

The sun pardoned her as she worked.

 

The stench of disinfectant blocked her own,

The ears not so keen ignored my cough,

As I waited for attendants in white.

The feeble home resembled her,

A light wind could take both,

But inside lived memories of absent ones gone long ago.

 

Her tired lips sent inaudible mumbles,

At spirits still around,

Her wide, blank stares were thrown across the yard,

Reminiscing on times that cannot be retrieved.

I gazed until the leaves started falling,

At the broken, black woman.

Reviews

[Tom]

A life of hardship and abandon does indeed takes its toll and often reduces many poor souls thus inflicted, to an ignominious situation!

A fine moral piece of poetry, kudos to your pen for highlighting the need for much more humanity and compassion in a world of selfish greed and strife!!

[ReneeJ]

Thank you so much for your great review

[Michael Stevens]

Very descriptive, I could almost feel her pain, until I realized I sat on a tack; a fine poem!

[ReneeJ]

Lol ur so funny. Thank you kindly

[Michael Stevens]

You're QUITE welcome!

[Michael Stevens]

Oh, and thank you also for the compliment!