Poem – She Danced

She danced in the rain

The drops were

Mixed with shards of glass

As she fell a charm bracelet

Escaped her grasp

Laying on the street

Beside her but inches from her hand

A stream of water

With tints of red

That shows a slight shimmer

Against the colorless snapshot

Empty eyes open

But cannot see

As her right shoe sits

As if dangling

With only the top of her foot

Still inside

As the air of life

And death collide

Barely noticed by

The passers by

How can this be

A life not mourned

Or even just treated respectfully

Once just a glimmer

In an eye

Now a soon to be memory

Over which pain will be felt

Causing many a mourner to cry

Or at least one can hope

One can hope

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Such a sad story and a beautifully poetic piece of imagery. Like the shot in a movie. That one moment where the audience feels the compassion to mourn for the character with no one to mourn their death and leaves them to wonder if anyone every celebrated thier life. Great work!

[Arabdha]

the imagery is brilliant..you don't just write ..you transcend the reader to the world of your imagination and you do it fantastically :)

[joshua deathdealer]

I imagined this beautifully. Truly amazing work.

[Larry Dyson]

good movement of flow of rhythm.. and deeper meaning there for analogy..forcing me to file an archieve of emotions to revisit in the end..well done.

[Thea]

A very moving piece that definitely touches the heart of the readers...
I love the idea behind this poem...
You've worked hard on this...Well done!
Thanks for sharing it...
:)))

[biggerthenu]

touching piece quiet lovely a bright picture was painted here nice write thanks for sharing

[Kesav Easwaran]

Excellent verbal imageries...often we are pushed towards the forgetful shores of life...nice poem...liked

[Seshat Nidaba]

This felt like such a lyrical cinderella type scene, a part of my brain forgot to register the graveness of her predicament! You set the scene! Black Swan lives!

[realmwriter]

"Or at least one can hope
One can hope" I think everyone would want to be mourned, or at least remembered. I know I do. Had to read it a couple times to get it, but sometimes that's the point.