She dreams of seeking someone
She’s never really met;
A surrealistic landscape,
A nightly novelette,
These all are but constituents
Of what is in her mind —
Except the stranger that she seeks
She never seems
To find
Tag: Loneliness
Connected
The emptiness that is my soul,
The hopelessness that lies this way,
Are each a temporary thing:
For moods are minutes in a day,
The day that life is in this span,
And questions come as answers flee,
As dreaming hovers, like the clouds
That swirl around us restlessly.
These chemicals that we call “us”
Are scattered bits of foreign stars,
With each a flickering, at best,
That maybe lights, or maybe mars
The footsteps of some other’s way.
This is the truth that solace knows:
That where we go, some other’s gone,
And someone in the future goes,
For we’re connected, though we feel
Apart, alone, and frankly, lost —
For empty roads and searching hearts
Both find the ones who life has tossed
About. Like you. I know it’s true,
For every bit of warm regard
You send my way, there is the trace
Of how well you know, “life is hard.”
But out there, on the road you’re on,
Are different detours and travails,
For though you’ve been rerouted, it
Cannot be truly said, “she fails –”
As long as you – and me as well –
Can be true to our loves, our friends,
And try our best from where we are,
And when we ought to, make amends,
Then barren times, and barren earth,
Need not dismay or set us back.
For every path is different, every
Surplus is a kind of lack
And it’s our choices make us, us.
Not circumstance, or skill, or looks,
What kind of car we own or drive,
How many cats, how many books —
Our character they say’s our fate.
I have not always welcomed this:
But I have seen the sunrise smile,
And I have felt my true love’s kiss,
So empty roads need not be so.
If I perspective take, and keep,
I can adjust to hills and turns
And when I stop, relax, and sleep,
And know, that though we be but mist,
We have a purpose here, today,
And that each cloud that wanders, will
Get lost, sometimes, along the way.
To share is human:
The Distance
A lonely swan / With dented wings …
A lonely swan
With dented wings,
She sits and thinks
Till very late —
From what love was
To what it is:
The distance seems
So very great
To share is human:
Lightning On The Lake
There’s lightning on the lake tonight
The world is dark and wet
This house is full of memory
That I’d as soon forget
With loud crashes of violence
The sky attacks the earth
But can’t drive out the eidolons
To which my mind gives birth
This house protects me from the storm
The wind howls fruitlessly
There’s lightning on the lake tonight
And no one here
But me
(“Lightning On The Lake” – 8-17-2014)
To share is human:
Ziena’s Paradox
Vague gists…
Ziena had quit,
So tired, pained —
Days were endless,
Nights just lonely
Under a cloud
For years it rained —
Beguiling kisses
Making only
Xysts &
Vague gists
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(via The Daily Prompt)
To share is human:
(no title)
. an empty house .
this house has never said my name before
a name now ringing clearly in the air
i guess the haunting starts now that you’re gone
you took my heart, my soul, my life,
my beer
so i sit down to write my life away
gaslighted like poor ingrid in that film
the king of solipsism on his throne
an empty kitchen cupboard for
a realm
To share is human:
An Echo In The Forest
From across a far ravine.
An echo in the forest
From across a far ravine;
The last words that you said to me
In memory still green
An echo in the forest
That my lonesome ears discern:
The sound of your departing
Knowing you would not
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