Friday, April 17, 2015

PO-EMotion -- Sorrow

Flickr Creative Commons photo by jenny downing

Table for two
even though one of the chairs
has long been empty.

The kibble
in the cat's bowl
gathers dust.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015

Carol, at Carol's Corner, will join me again this year as often as possible.

Kimberley, at iWrite in Maine, is joining me this month. 
Kay, at A Journey Through the Pages, is joining, too!

Steve, at inside the dog, is sharing his poems 
in the comments at Poetrepository.

Heidi, at my juicy little universe, will join us when she can.

Linda, at TeacherDance, will join as often as she can.
Check the comments at A Year of Reading or Poetrepository for her poems.

Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind) is back this year,
leaving poetry trax in the comments.

Carol, at Beyond Literacy Link, is writing alongside us when she can.

Jone, at DeoWriter, is doing a "double L" challenge. 
She and I are cross-poLLinating our challenges whenever possible.

Robyn has today's Poetry Friday Roundup at Life on the Deckle Edge.


  1. Mary Lee, this poem has such a quiet sense of sorrow, a long-term sadness. I like how it doesn't try to banish the feeling, but accepts it, and even finds in it a kind of beauty. Thank you.

  2. Appreciations for your reminding us that huge loss stems not only from the departure of people we love, but pets. I know a mighty fine children's illustrator who has written a moving article about missing her dearly beloved longtime companion in the studio/home cat. This is lovely & the pairing with the image is poignant.

  3. I'm very curious about the image you chose. I even had to go back and look at the emotion: was it loneliness? No, sorrow--and while your words spell sorrow (and is there a harder sorrow than loneliness?) the photo works against it. There's sun, there's a blooming plant, there's stillness and rest.

    1. Hmm...I saw, in the curve of his back and the door frame and windows, an emptiness, a resignation, a longing. His heart hurts so bad he has to hold onto the porch rail. When I look at this picture, I feel the same ache as in my words.

      Shall we agree to disagree? :-)