Part 6, the penultimate of the series of Sonja Eisenberg's poetry, here performed by my sister Audrey Wintory:
All is goneThe sun's graceParadiseAll is ebbing tide.A woman desertedGrown tired with timeIs blind sorrow,Even rocks eventually shiftAfter summers of rain
Andy
As a young-ish man, it is a bit hard to directly relate to this poem, but I have felt this all is gone desperation.Breaking a piggy bank to me is such a last resort thing (and I would never actually break this one.) But to me it symbolizes being completely out of options, all your plans and savings gone.
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