B e a t r i c e   C h a t s    by     D.  C L U R E

Beatrice wept.

But not so others noticed.

Oh,  she laughed all right,

when others told jokes

or humerous anecdotes

but deep inside ---?

where no one could see ---

Beatrice wept.

But  what about those

laugh lines beside her eyes?

Oh, but if you could look inside!

Peer beneath her brow

into her soul's twin windowpane

You'd there discover secret pain.

Of feeling  l o s t

In a sea of  v a s t  humanity;

Stranded and desperately alone.

Within her four walls

of home sweet home.

See her tip toeing

to the internet.

To chat with her neighbor

next door

she's never met.

Copyright 2007  D.C.   "Norwood Night & Other Poems"