There she sits alone
A picture of isolation
Emptiness is her song
That holds her captive
And leaves her void of hope
In search of love
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Silent tears kiss her cheeks
Sweet memories of lost time
Distant tunes in her mind
Children playing games
In a world of let’s pretend
In search of each other.
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Hide and seek
Blind man’s bluff
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Little waves of colour
Softly chase away her fear
The sound of familiar voices
Fill her vacant heart
A hidden chamber of tears
In search of treasure.
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The world continues around her
Sometimes as a dream
Faded pictures fill her mind
A dance of silent years
That graces her loneliness
In search of memories.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
I can very well picture the scene you have set here, and it seems very realistic to me…of many older people who are lonely and their time is spent searching through their memories for fantasies and joys of the past. I hope that someone real ‘dances’ into her world soon, however pleasant her memories are to visit.
… ‘In a world of let’s pretend In search of each other’ … this line is amazing! Lovely poem.
A hidden chamber of tears…
hmm. I’m sure memories are wonderful when one is alone… a bit of “pretend”, this going back, reliving. But, yes, coming back to reality could be very lonely.
This hits home, as so many elderly sit alone on the sidelines of life, neglected. Poignant, “a hidden chamber of tears in search of treasure.” Wow!
oy, felt…..i wonder a bit at what keeps her from joining the life going on around her…there is always a reason you know….blind mans bluff…brought back some memories there…very cool pic to go with this too…
Thank you for your comments, i tried to capture the void most of us feel as age takes its toll on us. Where i work there are often older, lonely people who need a reassuring word and a cup of tea. Be Blessed. Alan
The photo is wonderful for this lovely poem. I think you did capture the void that can come as we age. Nice work.
Though she is lonely, I sense some hope as she tries to reconnect to the world through memories and images. Nice emotion here and perfect photo of the single leaf on the bench to go with your poem.
I connect with this so strongly at the moment 😦