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)
Ziena’s Paradox
Tag: Loneliness
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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:
A Short History of Them
She was his favorite
Habit, maybe —
Hard to say
He was her surrogate
Plush toy, really —
Just for play
They thought they’d arrogate
Pleasures of the
Flesh and heart –
Left off, wondering
Why they both felt
So apart
To share is human:
Into the Valley
He went to see her
After many years
In the house in the valley
She and her late husband had built
Where they raised their children
Now grown and gone
Her house had a fragrance like apples
And they spoke of the sadness
Of her last few years
Over glasses of wine
And the intensity
Of her loneliness
Escaped from her, unwillingly
Like light under a doorway
And she asked him to stay
First with her words
And then
With her mouth
And her whole body
And she became
Not young
But eternal in the night
Timeless
Motion and softness
Strength and yielding
And the solitary house
By the base of the valley road
Sat green and silent
In the morning light
As he drove back to where he came from
As she turned in bed to catch another hour’s sleep
To share is human:
And Then
And then maybe this is me
Just a dying leafless tree
As the winter cold sets in
Blighted and beset by sin
Sin as separation from
All that could have should have come
Yet alone here on the plain
I alone erect in pain
Pain always my mind besetting
Leaves no chance of e’er forgetting
Sole discarded cold debris
And then maybe this
Is me
To share is human:
Advice and Dissent
“If you have a problem, do something about it,”
Is often said by those for whom doing something
Is not part of the problem
To share is human:
a taste a feel a wistful space
the everywhere that’s anyplace
the dreams unopened gone to waste
the wistful space you feel and taste
To share is human:
Paris View
The view is one of loveliness,
A moment there to borrow
And grow the debt that is a heart
Loaned out to some old sorrow.
Sometimes our life seems grey, indeed.
It’s empty, raw, and juiceless —
For much we owe, we can’t repay.
And much we own
Is useless
