She stood there silhouetted against the afternoon sunlight as if her belief in God had been stolen away and she could barely warm up her grim smile. What lay burdened inside her heart with such a billowing grey shade? And why did the lack of hope veil her eyes? It felt as if she were a woman with only half a soul; no loving glow to brighten her face and it made me think she must have lead an abysmal life and I longed to steal a rose that blushed so radiantly, give it to her, just to absorb all the darkness she held inside. With a heaviness I so suddenly felt I quietly told myself, she close a long, slow way to die.
About the Poet:
Bobbi Sinha-Morey’s poetry has appeared in a wide
variety of places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’s Fountain,
The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine, Miller’s Pond, The Tau,
Vita Brevis, Cascadia Rising Review, Old Red Kimono,
and Woods Reader.Her books of poetry are available at
Amazon.com and her work has been nominated for The
Best of the Net Anthology in 2015, 2018, 2020, and 2021
as well as having been nominated for The Pushcart
Prize in 2020.
Her website is located at http://bobbisinhamorey.wordpress.com.
Ephemeral Elegies 