She Played Love Letters


She played
love letters
on her violin
hoping her
Prince Charming
would come.

She didn’t
want to
be rescued.
She wanted
to be loved.

With frayed strings
she continued to play
evening upon evening,
her eyes becoming
more vacant,
time drowning
in her tears.

White hair flowing
one black night,
her bow fell
to the ground.
Eyes lifted to heaven
she spoke one word,
“Enough.”

Melting into her sorrow
she gave one last breath.
Her quest for love
finally ended.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011



Comments

Kerry O'Connor said…
Yes, indeed, the time for enough does come to all of us eventually. And a dismal day it is when hope dies.
Mystic_Mom said…
Sigh - heartbreakingly lovely. Love this.
Anonymous said…
Gosh, not an ending I expected... but {sigh} I guess the mention of violin should have alerted me to its possibility. I do love the poem's opening lines:

She played
love letters
on her violin


...the kind of line that makes me wish I'd written that.
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Wowzers, this one really spoke to me.......powerful, so well done.
Brian Miller said…
oh, i want to add the line...and then it found her....smiles...evocative piece...we got some nice synchro going on in our magpies this week...
Mary said…
Oh, Susie, this is so sad. I would have wished that she would have given up the solitary violin playing a bit earlier and searched out match.com.
Fireblossom said…
They say the beauty is in the chase and not the apprehending...but a little apprehending would be nice, after a while. Poor dear, I feel her.
Kay L. Davies said…
She didn't want to be rescued. She wanted to be loved.
Truer words were never spoken, nor so well.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel
Anonymous said…
playing love letters till time itself is drowned...
i wonder what the violin thought of all that..
Liz Rice-Sosne said…
Interesting and unanticipated ending.
hyperCRYPTICal said…
Oh this is sad.

Anna :o]