Outlined
by just the warm light
shining from the windows
for everyone to be seen
she stands there
looking at the pond
through passing seasons
she always stands there
motionless
chiseled out of stone
emotionless
looking at the pond.
Francina & Guests
I feel quite sorry for her 🙂 🙂
Hope you have a good week, Francina.
Thank you, Jo. I do too. Before I retired, I passed her every day on my way to work. I always wondered where she was looking at in that pond, and had many stories made up in my head. And that’s how the poem started. Nowadays I pass sometimes that villa again, and by now there is another statue placed from a kneeling man reaching out to the pond. He has nothing in his hands though. Makes you wonder what’s going on in that pond 🙂
Have a great weekend!
Smiling! 🙂 🙂 You too!
Lovely and perfect!
Thank you, Resa ❤
Have a great day!
Francina,
You endow that chiseled stone with an aura that draws the reader to it.
You show us the endurance and the permanence of a statue and you
lead me to realize the just why statues exist. Like your poem, statues
will exist long past our short walk across earth’s stage. You always
bring us beauty and wisdom.
Thank you,
sarah
Thank you ever so kindly, dear Sarah! They will indeed!
love,
Francina