The Wildest Loneliness

Sometimes, it seems that everything
my heart keeps as truth
I take with me
and lock deep inside of I am sorry
as I breathe the air twisted in the places
where I sleep.
Yet, there still exist nights
where there is no bed I can dream in
where I do not hear a melody
that feels naturally sweet.

Often, I stand in the corner
of all I have missed
then find myself walking proudly
beside the wildest loneliness
lying deep inside of
my stubborn heart.
Then suddenly,
my head clears inside of a silence
and I write poems
from the hands of angels
until the wildest loneliness
has to part.

Author's Note

*Alexander Khomenko Photography http://skhomenko.com/?info=genre

Reviews

[Mark]

I've read this several times without knowing how to comment on it. I think mostly because I am a thinker, and this piece goes beyond just thoughts. The imagery and emotions invoked by the words are more important here (IMO) then what the words actually say.

You invoke feelings and images through the words and I have trouble expressing how well you've done with it because I can not use my head to describe my reactions.

I can only say that from where I stand, this piece, accidental or not, has a real genius touch to it.

[WhiteWillow]

As lonely as one can feel, we can take comfort in the fact that we are all connected. You have the gift of bringing people together with your words.

[cartera]

The muse comes in all sorts of forms. Feelings of great sadness impale the reader until the ending, which has one almost cheering with the inspirational ( if temporary?) defeat of the soul's 'wildest loneliness'. Of such sensitivity is a poet made. You are most certainly a poet.
ATB
Alex.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Absolutely beautiful! The title in itself is stirring and deep.
"I breathe the air twisted in the places
where I sleep. " This is wonderful
"then find myself walking proudly
beside the wildest loneliness
lying deep inside of
my stubborn heart. " For me, there is such a longing and yet resolve in these words and I love the ending as well....Good heavens! I should have just said, "I love it."

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Neva,

"Often, I stand in the corner
of all I have missed
then find myself walking proudly
beside the wildest loneliness
lying deep inside of
my stubborn heart."

Isn't it interesting that we can be proud and stubborn about that which hurts us? I marvel at this sometimes. It seems we revel in the emotion even if it is negative emotion. It's as if the feeling of the emotion is all we need. But then we can sometimes rise above as you find in the conclusion of the second stanza and angels seem to provide the release that we know we're going to need.

Greatly enjoyed. Excellent writing!

Rick

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Writing is good therapy for just about anything. Beautifully written.

[Deandra Dawn]

Again, this is beautifully done. I do enjoy everything you have written.

[Belle]

I can see this as exactly what you were saying; if words fit in the sounds
and sound pattern of the subject, the poem can make the reader sway.
The language is equally important to what the poet has to say is how it is said.
And another one, appearance is very important too. Poetry is partly a visual
experience, shape and look of the words can claim the interest of the reader.
I must say, you are excellent in all these aspects! BRAVO! This piece is stunning!

I'll be reading more from you
Belle~

[Leslie Philibert]

Lots of fine lines here, like no bed I can dream in, the poem is romantic both in its content
but also from the 19th century romantic style, echoes many renown poets. Good work.

[realmwriter]

If that is you in the photograph, you are most gorgeous. And I know it is you in the poem and you are also most gorgeous there as well. In word and in picture your beauty shines. Excellent write Neva.

[WindSong]

This is an amazingly beautiful poem filled with rich texture and tone as well as superb imagery and delivery. I love it! A great read!

WindSong