The Widow

She didn’t hear the waiter ask

How would you like your coffee?

…twice.

Adrift in her unknown,

simplicities were impossibilities.

Her life line had been cut.

The only thing she could feel

was the warmth of the cup

cradled in her hands.

The only thing she wanted 

was the warmth of his hand.

She wanted her coffee with him.

Patricia Spreng

Joining with d’verse Poetics in response to the artwork of Kelvin S.M. The Widow

Shadow Cast

The lady lives

shadow cast long

defying cold

she travels on

Patricia Spreng

Gum on a Bedpost (mid life faith)

Stuck

like gum on a bedpost

stale

dried hard

and used

in dire need of

reconstitution

or a

waste basket

where is my child

who would pop it back in,

work it out,

and believe it perfectly good?

Patricia Spreng

Letting Go

There is so much man inside,

his frail body can no longer hold all of him.

Life inside of dying.

A treasure of stories lived

in passion, strength and love.

Foolishness of youth colored by the

twists and turns of selflessness
that tumbled into

wisdom of old.

Sacred ground,

this passing.

A letting go,

to gain.

Patricia Spreng

Joining with d’Verse Poets tonight for Open Link Night… come and see the wonderful words of poets.