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"