Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Leaving Home” by: rob kistner © 7/1/24
Turning to leave
she covers the distance
to the door
in a few sorrowful strides
she looks back
fixes her gaze
should she say something more
in that fading moment
nothing is said
no need
she lowers her eyes
turns her head
steps through the door
into the chill night rain
and is gone
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rob kistner © 2024
Poetry at:Whats’s Going On
There is a story in this poem. The sorrowful steps to the door make me think of the story of my mother leaving home when she was seventeen, her parents crying in the doorway. Well done, Rob.
Thank you Sherry.
One can feel the pain in every word. Parting is always so painful. The door might also be the emblem for freedom. Well put.
Thank you Sumana… 🙂
Goodbyes are so hard. And some of them are so final that words die with the leaving.
Been there and done that myself Magaly. I never regretted it, but I still deeply rue the aftermath I left in my wake for others who were impacted.
I have lived this scenario once in my life ~~ and regretted it since. See you in September when the summer’s thru. Taking a break, my muse and me!
Have fun Helen. See you then if the fates allow… 🙂
Beautifully crafted, eloquent in its economy.
Thank you Rosemary… 🙂