She is a blind glass resembling water,
A body, a dead syllable; she is a woman
In a dead package, numb as a lily looking
For an appropriate sun scissored into a
Black cloud. It seems to give her warmth,
Like a live skin. Widow: God made no
Promises; your prayers singed like a burning

Arrow up to heaven. You mourn in loneliness
Like a drunk sleeping in a puddle, wet in a
Dull sense; thoughts, crusted and sallow. Are
Your friends four seven eight and nine praying?
They are folding hands with nothing in between.
Their souls pass through one another in stale air,
Blinded grey to their own bequeathed marriages.

So kiss your husbands in dubious doorways and
Forget their Monday names. Their minds flicker
Like candles while playing prodigal charades.
Hello again to a sweet girl with churchyard ears,
Until you get stiffed again with a wink and a blessing.
Now kiss again and make up while your wedding
Band flares and your backdoor lights dim.

The paradox is that the plays the thing: the prima
Donna pouts, the critical stings that burn through a
Line of words; the cultivated acts in front of offspring;
You all walk barefoot on walnuts in your withered world.
One dry eye, one tear rationed with each breath. God
Appalls from his bold beanstalk. Lie and love while the
Sharp scythe hacks away your days and years.

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46 comments on “Widow

  1. Amazing lance, truly amazing.

  2. Tears pouring down my cheeks

  3. Touching, the plight of the woman whose emotions have become so numb that she rations her tears….

  4. “you all walk barefoot on walnuts in your withered world””one dry eye, one tear rationed”
    The entire poem is exquisite in the insight, the pain the understanding. Outstanding!

  5. Wow beautiful poetic words so well composed, Lance.

  6. The widow, is it her married life that has died, along with her friends they have nothing to offer in the way of prayer for they too false cling to their marriage which died long ago. Lies and Love while the sharp scythe hacks away at your days and years, God is appalled at the fake married life of which one has come to a timely end. Well written of the harsh realities of today cold feelingless relationships.

  7. crazywitch25 says:

    You have such depth in your writing. Love can do all sorts of evil things, but it can also brighten the world and find what keeps us together. What inspires you?

  8. ssfrerking says:

    Love the way your mind works.

  9. Grey, but a very, very rich write. It jolted me in a way, but you have a fabulous way with words, sir!

  10. Tamara says:

    I understand β™₯️

  11. francisashis says:

    Thanks a lot sir for another melancholic poem.

  12. a stern but insightful poem that begs to be dissected as I jump from image to image that you crafted so fluidly.

  13. Devon Brock says:

    Lance, thank you for this poem. I will offer no other review than to say you made me think upon my mother who waits, tortured, to be reunited with her one true love.


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