White Lillies

[alongtimegone]

Changed my mind Maureen. Often I wish I could change it for someone else's.

Twelve white lilies, lonely, arrayed on cloth of red;
an organ’s tonal majesty grieving overhead.
Eyes now dry; the spilling done; vacant, silent, cold;
she watches twelve white lillies, glide quietly through the fold.

Wazza

[Terry]

Lilies conjure up sadness, and that shines through here.
And you only needed a few words to express it - well done Wazza.

Terry

[Maureen K Clifford]

Gee you capture a lot in those few lines Wazza - nicely done if somewhat sad - I like your - eyes now dry, the spilling done that's beautiful. I like your poem

[alongtimegone]

Thanks for commenting Terry and Maureen.
Wazza

[Trisha Patterson]

Short and to the point...nothing more was needed to convey your message. Well done.
Trish

[Catherine Lee]

It is not easy to capture such image and feeling in only four lines Wazza but you have really nailed it here. Your poem is lovely.

[alongtimegone]

Many thanks Trish and Catherine.
Wazza