A guest writer this week and a good friend, laid up with a nasty broken bone, began to write poetry. She has no blog, but gave me permission to share her take on this week’s photo prompt.
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credit: Jan Wayne Fields
The table has long been ready,
She always seems to wait.
The sun is slowly setting
It’s beginning to get late.
Should she eat alone
As she did last night?
Or wait like she usually does?
Has waiting been her life?
This seems to happen
More often than not
Evening shadows are growing long
As she sadly looks at the clock.
She sits down; unfolds her napkin
After putting his plate away
Begins to eat alone
Like she does almost every day.
Tell your friend that she did well! and I hope that she heals well and soon!
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Loved the poem and it went with the photo prompt perfectly.
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Dear Ruth,
It’s nice of you to share your space with a friend. I think I would take out the semi colon in the last verse and replace it with an and. Her call of course.
A nice poetic take on the prompt and a hearty welcome to Friday Fictioineers to your friend. I hope the bone heals in record time.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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