Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

old woman
sits alone
no games
on the table
before her

This is alone ,I can see a long slanting shaft of sunlight making the wood glow in its path
some dream almost awake in her mind, the poem just a stirring of soul.

few can just sit
no entertainment
no distractions from handheld devices
few know the peace
of sitting at a table
staring at your weathered hands

I can see her.

She's a reverse-incarnation, a prophecy
we aren't sure we want to come true.

Powerful image. She speaks through you,
and her silence is your voice, poet.