ALONE
my thoughts are my own
at least, I think so
one moment they are controlled
The next unhinged and swinging wildly
squeaking in the winds
from cursed tri-tones to harmonious hymns
I vacillate ALONE
LONE
independent soul?
or whited, blighted bone
now sanded down to whistling moans?
from barren desert dust staring blankly,
blinkless to each gust
with eyes as holes and empty trust
I exemplify the LONE
ONE
looks down from stark sun
caught bare I can not run
knowing this, I am undone
and blistering heat becomes some comfort
where our souls might meet
sorrow sucks from joy's warmed teat
my thoughts are my own
at least, I think so
one moment they are controlled
The next unhinged and swinging wildly
squeaking in the winds
from cursed tri-tones to harmonious hymns
I vacillate ALONE
LONE
independent soul?
or whited, blighted bone
now sanded down to whistling moans?
from barren desert dust staring blankly,
blinkless to each gust
with eyes as holes and empty trust
I exemplify the LONE
ONE
looks down from stark sun
caught bare I can not run
knowing this, I am undone
and blistering heat becomes some comfort
where our souls might meet
sorrow sucks from joy's warmed teat
multiplied by ONE
still working on the hope of bardic transference after sleeping on Cadair Idris
2 comments:
"Lone" is especially poignant in it's expression.
Carl
Thanks Carl, I sure appreciate your observations and encouragement in my sometimes silly poetry. ;-)
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