Invisible Lady (1)

Invisible lady
Blended into the
Panelled background
Of a smoke filled
Lounge bar.
She sits in her isolation
Of self-made unhappiness
A carafe of wine
Her companion.
Eyes, that are not just sad
But weary
Filled with the resignation
That comes at the end of life
When hopes are not realised.
Dressed in the muted colours
Of faded dreams.
Her shoulders stoop
For the unshed tears
To fill her cup, again and again.
Take a look
See what I see
Does her countenance not fill
You with hopeless pity?
Lost in an almost ghostlike shroud
Exuding such moribund misery.
Defeat shows in every line and crevasse
Of her face, those cast down eyes
That brim, but not fall.
Truth can't be found
At the bottom of her glass
She is invisible to all
Just a breath of air on a
Damp winters day
As lovers hurry to get warm.
And so she will sit
Lost in the shadows
Of a life
That no one sees.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-03-25 at 20:21

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
"Defeat shows in her every line" - and in every line of your poem as you paint her portrait here. Well done!
2013-03-27


Ferenc Inigo Beck
Very sad,(and sensitive)events. To paraphrase Casablanca,I've seen one in every Juke-joint and gin-mill, from Tunisia to Ulan Bator. In many ways this has beauty.
2013-03-26


Commentally Ill
your description of her does not fill me with pity, so much as empathy. and the desire to wear red, sit in the middle of the bar and make as much noise as possible next time i go out. because if some poet-spy is going to write a poem about me, i want it to be loud, and maybe a little obnoxious. wait. what day did you write this? and was your subject sitting under the moose head on the far side of the room??
2013-03-26


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Great description and atmosphere. You took me right there to observe her physically and emotionally. Well done.

Joe
2013-03-26


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Terribly sad portrait
Alcohol to escape the world
a battle with invisible fiends.
Excellent writing.
2013-03-25