a ... loneA Poem by annie leelisten to the sounds when you are alone in your house. makes you think.
in my singular seclusion i have heard the tick-tocks and buzzes and creaks of an empty house where the windows are closed and the drapes are drawn. i have listened to them, trying to find cadence or design but failing. loneliness has no rhythm, no reason, no rational pattern -- it is unnatural, a helpless ache, a dull pain of forever. it is closed windows and drawn drapes, dusty tables and chilled bedrooms. it is tick-tocks and buzzes and creaks.
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StatsAuthorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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