woman, alone, image by Phạm Quang Hoàn
It is cold outside your door where I stand.
I try to see the warmth through your window,
But there is only an empty fireplace
And ashes where once a fire glowed.
Did it burn itself out, unattended
By a heart who couldn’t care less?
Or did you not want to light it
For the cold was a more welcome guest?
Maria Justa Polotan is semi-retired music teacher.
Music and writing have been the twin passions of her
life since high school, but she could choose only one
to focus on in college and chose the former. She wrote
very sparingly since graduating, but when the pandemic
and consequent lockdown came, the "work from home schedule" gave her a lot of free time, so she decided
to pick up the pen once more.
October 2023 Issue