"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Magpie Tales #126-Choices Made

She had waited by the window
Every evening at five
Wishing to see his jaunty walk
and his glance with a smile
As the gloaming covered the city
She now closed the blinds
Patting her tummy she murmered
"Okay kiddo-we're on our own"
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Thanks to Tess Kincaid for providing this fine image
by Jack Vettriano
and to read how others have perceived it go here:
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
  
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18 comments:

  1. Helen5:45 PM

    Now ~ put that damned cigarette down will you!!! (I've had a few of those OK it's just you and me now days)

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  2. Laurie Kolp5:58 PM

    I thought she might be pregnant, too. Sad.

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  3. messymimi6:07 PM

    She does look wistful, i like your interpretation.

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  4. Brian Miller6:26 PM

    ugh...this is so sad to me...i feel for her...but all the more so for the kid...

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  5. stephen Hayes8:02 PM

    Your words add an extra dimension to the picture. Very nice.

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  6. izzy5:30 AM

    Those jaunty steps- watch out! but I wondered the same thing at first- Thanks!

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  7. Susan Anderson9:19 AM

    I like where you took us with this.
    Hadn't thought of this angle.

    Well done.

    =)

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  8. Trellissimo11:28 AM

    Whoa! never saw that coming! Nice one!

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  9. Little Nell1:59 AM

    Sad resignation shows clearly at the ending of your poem. Damn that guy with the jaunty step.

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  10. Tess Kincaid11:38 AM

    Oh so sad...

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  11. Lyn12:57 PM

    Another heel bites the dust..so sad for the foolish girl..well done!

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  12. Unknown4:49 PM

    As much as I feel sadness for the woman and her unborn child, I also feel for the man missing out on the loving relationships he is deliberately neglecting. It takes a community to raise a child but only Kathe can write such poignantly expressive poetry. Thank you for sharing.

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  13. Lydia1:34 PM

    So powerful, Kathe! The use of my favorite word (gloaming) to stress the end of the day and the end of a chapter in her life is wonderful.

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  14. Silent Otto 7:21 PM

    I really felt the poignancy of this, Kathe, great success , you moved me

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  15. Helena1:16 PM

    I loved this! Poor girl. Nappies at 2.30am are a nightmare on your own...!......

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  16. Carrie Van Horn2:50 PM

    I love how the title sums it up so well.....great writing Kathe! :-)

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  17. ds6:26 AM

    I like your take on this. So sad. And I love the gloaming. Very well done. Thank you.

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  18. The Blog of Bee8:03 AM

    I like it - sad but so true in many cases.

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