Friday, March 31, 2017

Her Immortal Sadness--By Suzanne Delaney--United States

Her Immortal Sadness

There is no drama in a robot’s day.
Often - I saw her through an open doorway,
practical, driven, and pre-programmed,
simply staring, in a shaft of filtered sunlight-
robotic and never choosing, her haloed hair
and, sometimes, anything including, how to walk,
or, her expressions, so often - caught a whiff of bourbon.

We lose surprise in what’s predictable;
a bunch of red plastic roses on a round table.
Always, I imagined that she choked back tears
but never saw them, and she never moved position. 
We press the buttons and the duties execute themselves.

Was that a glimpse I caught of her immortal sadness? 
Mechanical, dependable - a sodden handkerchief, 
wrung in tribute to her lost love.

Suzanne Delaney is a retired Registered Nurse.  Born in Tasmania, Australia she is now residing in North Carolina, USA. She has a fond passion for writing poetry, creating mixed media collages, and for traveling.

4 comments:

  1. Dear Suzanne I like your robot mystery, if that what it is
    in "Her immortal sadness" wrung in tribute of her lost
    love. All I can think it must have been her maker,
    or maybe her lost love turned here into a robot
    from her sad emotions.
    Yancy

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    1. Nice to see you Yancy.
      Thanks for your thoughtful comment,
      God Blessyou, always. SuZ

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  2. Thank you Suzanne,
    Poetry, it seems, is the perfect outlet through which we work with and even come to terms with difficult truth in life. Really like this.
    Michael

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  3. I agree, Michael:
    It was the result of a fun writing exercise. My Muse gets pity when I do that...lol
    So nice to hear from you. Hugs, SuZ

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