A beautiful view, of course, don’t get me wrong, but I have spent my life staring out my kitchen window; the beauty has grown old.
I’ve raised dogs, cats, children and one man. Happily; quietly; meekly. And they have all left me for other kitchens or the grave.
I’ve seen generation after generation of sheep come and go to the slaughter; I’ve seen the fields change season so many times they’ve blurred together and become meaningless.
I need to get out.
Now I stare at scenes displayed in the world’s art galleries.
And I meet people and discuss.
Endlessly discuss.
I’ve raised dogs, cats, children and one man. Happily; quietly; meekly. And they have all left me for other kitchens or the grave.
I’ve seen generation after generation of sheep come and go to the slaughter; I’ve seen the fields change season so many times they’ve blurred together and become meaningless.
I need to get out.
Now I stare at scenes displayed in the world’s art galleries.
And I meet people and discuss.
Endlessly discuss.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
It doesn't sound as though she's enjoying this part of her life much either. I liked this, and the title was very apt. Well done.
ReplyDeleteNeatly done.
ReplyDeleteIt might just be me, but I found the opening sentence a tad unwieldy.
Interesting depiction of a person who only looked, never did. True for so many of us.
ReplyDeleteAfter all that endless discussions are inevitably welcomed.
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