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.

[joshua deathdealer]

This is perfect.. Excellent piece Neva.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Being alone with our thoughts is very empowering for we can see the world anyway we like it.

[M.E.Lyle]

Sometimes the words just aren't there. I love the way you express what some call writers block. I'm guessing of course, but I think that's what you are describing.
Delightfully beatiful.

[EMF]

You have taken a painful and difficult issue and carved it into beauty. Always.

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

I write poems
from the hands of angels
until the wildest loneliness
has to part.
.............................wow ....wonderfully told. I like your wordings and the poetry carving. My best wishes and regards.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Loneliness....people feel that, no one immune to it...
the description of those feelings, and little speak to the reader details..
make us relate so much.
Wonderful :D

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. Poetry allow us to re-wind life and thoughts. Make pain become lessons and allow us to remember the good people missed.
"Often, I stand in the corner
of all I have missed
then find myself walking proudly
beside the wildest loneliness "
I like the way you ended the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Revolutionary]

Your husband is that Angel?Perfect

[?]

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.


Deep thoughts here..Lovely piece

[Layla J Omorose]

Another great one Neva, I loved it. This was just the poem I needed to read right now with the way that I am feeling today. Once again beautifully written.