The baby’s swing
swinging emptily
swinging next to me
blankly
watching the empty
swing –
back and forth
swinging steadily
the baby’s swing
swinging melodically
listening lethargically
as it swings next to me
the baby’s swing
swinging emptily
squeaking and creaking
and looking at me
watching me
sit so emptily.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
I love the imagery on this, wonderfully written.
The repeating phrase adds to the effectiveness of the powm…strong verse.
The Sorrow is palpable. My god this is intense! Poetry at its best; moving and heartfelt.
The only thing I could think of after reading this was: Miscarriage. The imagery was vivid and saddening from a personal perspective. A dark space that many have entered, which you have, IMO captured succinctly.
Powerful. Abortion? Doesn’t matter. Loss is loss. Powerful indeed.
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Maggie Mae I- I resonate with this, looking outside from my window. Thanks for commenting on my first post and following my new blog. -The Uncle
It’s wonderously heartbreaking, how the absence of a thing is felt so creepingly, so deeply.
very fine writing you have any ointers to an aspiring poet?? 🙂
Thanks a lot! Write honestly and read a ton. Share with others and accept criticism. Find your own voice and don’t try to copy other poets…write your self!! Those are the only tips I can really give that have helped me. 🙂