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Still Life
Be she alive
Or be she dead
She sits
With her feet in water
As still as a stone
Does she speak…
What does she say…
Is it she who looks
At me
Or is it me
Looking at her
So is the still life
Still as a stone
Waiting
Waiting for you alone
Was she placed there
To celebrate the occasion…
And is now limp
And dying
For waiting
For you alone
The phone rings
She answers the phone
No longer the still life
She was originally
No longer dying
While waiting for you
August 3, 2018
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annellannell 
Your first stanza captured my imagination.. I wondered: person or flower? The metaphor is very well-wrought.
Thank you Kerry, poems are for me, such a journey, an adventure, going somewhere we never know. Annell Livingston
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Such exquisite writing, Annell!❤ Love the use of metaphor in this 😊
Thank you Sanaarizvi. Annell Livingston
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I love the sitting with her feet in water……living while dying? Waiting……..
Dear Sherry, thank you so much!! Annell Livingston
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An interesting write. Great use of metaphor!
Out on a limb. I thought I started strong, but maybe got lost, thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston
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Yes, I felt the same way that the flowers reflected the owner’s feeling of sadness and despair.
I agree, thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston
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kaykuala
The phone rings
She answers the phone
No longer the still life
Communicating is a privilege, a life-saving process Jt can make someone to suddenly ‘become’ alive!
Hank
thanks for your comment, Hank. Annell Livingston
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I could not find your write? Annell Livingston
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Waiting is really painful, but when it ends, it really is wonderful!
Thanks you for your comment, Vandana. Annell Livingston
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A metaphor of that still life and the waiting… so many great metaphors to get from that…. I almost feel like tender roots were coming in the end.
I meant for the “spell,” I had created to be broken by the ringing of the phone. Who or what was calling, a new chapter begins. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston
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Stillness is drab, a lover not yet found or too soon abandoned . Beautiful.
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Your poem made me ponder ‘stillness’ and how much I actually enjoy it at this stage in my life. Nice writing.
Thank you for your comment, Helen. Annell Livingston
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