Corpus

about being alone

A village as flat as the moon is grey. May I dare to be close ?

Each stone warms me; each crow asthmatic with my name.

My shadow over the cobbles dark with moss and staying cold.

The river an aortic surge, full of wet maps and dropped stones.

It deconstructs me. The  riverbanks are muddy children 

This place has been lost for me at this moment.

Turning each corner shocking myself ;ice on spires.

This is my path, full of limed feet and scared steps.

You ever feel aside in the place you know best. 

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

this is a great piece. Your imagery and word use are just fantastic.

[K.N. Lorenzen]

Marvellous! A truly moving piece, which (to me) seems to deal with the sudden alienation and devaluation, experienced by the depressed mind. The supplication for the world to come back, inwrought in its usual meaning and affection

Very frail and tender. It reminded me of a passage from T.S Elitot's "The Wasteland":

Is it like this in death's other kingdom
Waking at the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness, lips that would kiss
Form prayer to broken stone

[highonwords]

i love this poem..i thoroughly enjoyed it..thank you for sharing :)

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Good poem. We all tend to observe our surroundings when we're lonely, since we can't bond to anything else at the moment.

[Blobert Coltrane Claus]

Great use of both traditional and auditory imagery. The characterisation of loneliness is a great tool used well here too. Anyone who's been there should easily relate to this poem. Good stuff mate. Will be reading more soon.

[Coyote Song]

Excellent job on capturing the feeling of being alone.
it's a very bleak and sad feeling, for sure.

I always do enjoy your writes.

[Frieda P]

Well this one certainly flips you over and makes you think, that last line is priceless... not one that warms the heart, so fitting for these bleak cold days...

[Ken Simm.]

Apropos at the moment. A write that follows the meaning of the words.