He waits for her to recover,
hoping she will.
The body is damaged,
but healed, the spirit
lags behind, refusing
to accept a new reality.

She ignores his attentions.
There is no animosity,
merely ambivalence.
He has become as useless
to her as dandelions
to the yard, or sun
to the lighthouse.



for the image prompt at The Mag
It was a cheery enough image,
but not where it led me.


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

11 responses to “Recovery

  1. Helen Dehner

    Many ways to interpret your poem … I enjoyed it immensely.

  2. This one cuts to the quick…painful but beautifully told.

  3. kay

    yes it hurts to be considered useless esp when you feel you can help…very emotional piece you wrote here..x

  4. Sun to the lighthouse. Nice…

  5. Funny how I feel the pain for him waiting, yet she is the one having to recover.

  6. All flowers were weeds once, and if the sun is shining the lighthouse has no worries and doesn’t to function. You can really only take care of one person at a time. Everything else is a group endeavor.>KB

  7. Some things can only be healed by oneself. But at least he is beside her.


  8. healing can be personal and close out those we love most. been there… This is good, Mark. A strong, true write.

  9. Mark this gorgeous beyond words and deeply felt

  10. sad tone – this really resonated with me. Powerful piece.

  11. An interesting take Mark…this did lead you somewhere dark but that does happen at times; it’s a well-told tale all the same…

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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