I wandered into Lonely
about a week ago.
I don’t know how I got here.
I don’t know where to go.
I’m not alone in Lonely
we gather all together.
I look into their lonely eyes;
I see they’re lost forever.
We sit in understanding,
I hear about their sorrow.
Death looks from their teary eyes;
they’ll not be here tomorrow.
My heart I unfold to them.
They look on me as a friend.
I give them all the love I have.
I’ll embrace them ’till the end.
Hi Dennis.
I love the beginning line “I wandered into Lonely
about a week ago.” It says lonely, and helplessness, underlined by the time period, which, to me, makes comment on the absurdity, the accidental in life, which we try to push into some form of understanding logic.
Also, the Prufrock idea in your other poem. I have always been in love with that poem. Once recited it by memory in a grade ten English class.All the kids thought I was nuts, except one girl who had a crush on me. :-)
Keep going on the poetry. There’s tons of empathy there. I like you work – will keep reading, to inject your mind into my day.
Aldous
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Hi Aldous, Thanks for your kind words. Prufrock is one of my favorite poems as well. Your posts always give me something to think about, especially “When Baby Jesus…” I’ll ‘pop’ back to visit your blog soon.
Cheers,
Dennis
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