Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Weary Fate


While the sounds of the city thrum and pulse through my head, I gather up the shards of my dignity, and stumble to another hole, another meal, another little bag of joyless bliss.

13 comments:

Lilibeth said...

Wow. It really goes with your theme too.

ThomG said...

First, welcome to 3WW, glad to have you, and hope you'll find this a place to gain inspiration.

And the piece, such grit and beauty in such a small space. Very nicely done.

Stan Ski said...

A whole life summed up in just a few words. Great post.

Thomma Lyn said...

Welcome to 3WW! Excellently done, poignant and powerful. You've given me a lump in my throat.

Andy Sewina said...

Phew, nicely done, she really does look world weary!

AnnSecret said...

Can't believe this is your fist time here! That was really thought-provoking.

SandyCarlson said...

The emptiness and grief of such a life. Well done.

lissa said...

oh, how sad but that's the reality, the ending with "joyless bliss" just adds to the devastation of the whole piece

Amity said...

Am just a week ahead of you Carina...:) Let's welcome each other...:)

I was touched by your lines...how many like him/her (bag lady) are seen on streets with just a hand-to-mouth existence?

Stay at 3WW for good! As I would, too!

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http://intelclub.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-for-just-moment.html

Jay Thurston said...

Very humbling piece, I thought the part: "another little bag of joyless bliss" really hit it home.

Welcome to 3ww!

Dee Martin said...

the weariness just drips from this piece. welcome to 3ww.

Tumblewords: said...

Terrific post!

Cynthia said...

Carina, you have captured the
despair remarkably so. So much
that this reader feels to have
gained an insight into this
human being. Thank you.