She is lost among the masses
No tears or fears or shame
She cares not for the classes
Who tell her her own name
She wanders through her days
with little left to give
She focuses on life
The only one she’ll live
No hope where beauty was
No light where hope leaves dark
No words just constant buzz
No crowds, the world is stark
©2025 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
Nicely done.
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Beautiful rhythm and rhyme, and you’ve captured the feeling of the painting.
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glad it worked
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😊
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This interpretation does indeed seem to match her expression.
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I agree with Violet, Nolcha and Lillian about the rhythm and rhyme, Christine. You have written with such empathy and instill in your readers.
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Thank you
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A rhythm to die for, constant and unrelenting just like I imagine her life must feel.
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seems so, at least sends that vibe
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Sounds like she might live in Chicago or New York! Very good images for this picture! Well done.
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Thank you
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Good ekphrastic for this figure. She has a world in her eyes.
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I didn’t even know it was an ekphrastic!
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Christine, I love the rhythm and rhyme, and how you portray hopelessness and distance from others.
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Thank you
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I am always so amazed at folks who can use rhyming so well that it “disappears” into the poem and as a reader, I simply am reading the content. You have done that! Reading it the second time, I caught the rhyming. You’ve done well with the image!
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Thank you Lillian. Believe it or not I think in rhymes quite often even when not writing. I’m not sure why it is
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Wonderful rhythm to this verse! It strolls and looks around leisurely!!
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Thanks
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