She used to listen to music,
Responding with every pore,
Now all she hears is sounds
That speak to her no more.
The voice is distant, though near,
Someone, not her, is on stage.
She wasn’t meant to be here,
It’s not her time, not her age.
It’s somebody else’s theater,
It’s somebody else’s life.
She’s merely a spectator,
She’s somebody else’s wife.
This painting - 'New York Movie' by Hopper - is one of this week's writing prompts from Margo Roby (Wordgathering.)
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Look at you! I am glad you shared the moment with me. I said a mental whoo hoo! when I saw your page.Believe me I know what you are going through. I went through the same not that long ago and it was a steep learning curve.ReplyDelete
I will put one thing out there for you to think about: switch to WordPress. It has far fewer problems [I haven't found any]; the help section is exceptional. I lived in the help section while learning and the live people are very supportive; lots more themes to play with.
I started with Blogger but switched pretty quickly and have watched as many of my friends in the poetic community switched too.
Do feel free to ask me questions and, of course, stay where you are if you are happy. Meanwhile, have fun!
Thank you, Margo! I really appreciate your support.ReplyDelete
sad, powerful one.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much for the comment, and for becoming a follower! You've made my day, Morning!ReplyDelete
Turned my computer on and found your comment - what a great start to the day! Thank you, Madeleine!ReplyDelete