Windy, cloudy, stormy days always remind me of this poem. It is an older one but I thought I would repost it today just because I always think of this poem on a day like today.<\/p>\n
The woman walks Windy, cloudy, stormy days always remind me of this poem. It is an older one but I thought I would repost it today just because I always think of this poem on a day like today. The woman walks Along in a crowded street Surrounded by people Yet so alone A scarf like a noose […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[493,110,1970,1969,438,1972,440,1971,18,750,604,517,1028],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4432"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4432"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4433,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4432\/revisions\/4433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAlong in a crowded street
\nSurrounded by people
\nYet so alone
\nA scarf like a noose
\nWrapped around her frail neck
\nHands shoved deep
\nInto her pockets
\nShe only looks
\nAt the ground
\nThe rhythmic step of her feet
\nHer wide hat
\nShields her from the world
\nShe ignores them
\nIs afraid of them
\nShe wraps herself tighter
\nIn what is safe and comforting
\nAnd is content in isolation
\nSo she walks along
\nIn a crowd of people
\nWithout faces
\nThe wind picks up
\nFor a moment it whispers
\nA soft secret in her ear
\nA riddle told to fast
\nAs the wind
\nCarried her hat away
\nThe woman let out
\nA short little gasp
\nAs her barrier was removed
\nShe reached forward
\nFingertips grazing it
\nJust out of reach
\nAs it bounces and rolls
\nAlong the dirty street
\nShe chases in vain
\nAnd no one will help
\nFinally out of breath
\nAnd out of heart
\nShe gives up
\nStanding in the crowd
\nPuffs of winter breath
\nClouding before her as she watches
\nHer hat dance away
\nHer hair billowing about her
\nWatching with sad longing eyes
\nShe stands still among thousands
\nAs she turns to leave
\nA tap on her shoulder
\nShe turns in surprise
\nA man stands before her
\nHer hat in hand
\nHolding it out towards her
\nA smile but no words
\nShe takes it and offers
\nA shy little smile in return
\nAs she starts to pull it
\nBack into place
\nHe reaches out to stop her
\nWhy<\/em>
\nHe asks her
\nYou have such a pretty face
\n<\/em>He smiles and lets go
\nGiving an impartial shrug
\nYou don\u2019t need to hide
\n<\/em>You are beautiful you know
\n<\/em>He leaves her with
\nHis few soft words
\nAnd a knowing smile
\nShe stands there
\nHat in hand
\nFilled with his offerings
\nHer eyes are wide
\nAnd her hands slightly quake
\nShe lifts the hat
\nLooking at it now
\nAnd tosses it away
\nShe watches it
\nFlit and dance in the sky
\nGone forever
\nShe smiles slightly
\nThe stranger\u2019s knowing smile
\nShe doesn\u2019t need it anymore<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"