the dissipated crowd
leaves the quiet
stronger and deafening
Tag: loneliness
Empathy
when the lonely
comfort the lonely
then both feel less so
Cannot Be Completed As Dialed
pressing our ears to wires
we tap Morse code on rust
hoping for lightning:
a storm against silence
The Traveler
Hands in my pockets
I do not envy the moon
her lonesome path
although I fail to see
any but my own:
footprints in the snow
Leaves
Why is it?
That standing in the path
and watching the changing leaves
I feel at peace
and never alone
Single
A quiet night
I wish for arms
To hold me as I sleep
An early morning
A table with one plate and cup
The other chair pushed back in invitation
To that someone of someday
I drum my fingers in impatience
And dash images before they congeal
Lest I take imagination for something hoped for
and believe it to be real.
Four Lonely Poems
Caught between
two old friends
and two young lovers,
her arched face drinks up
a gossip of friendly banter.
The guard on campus
eats a cinnamon roll.
Behind the rain-splattered glass
of his station,
he dines with pigeons as company.
In a trio of women,
one strained face
making polite conversation
over vegan luncheon.
Abandoning his bike halfway,
the boy walks across a bridge,
hands in his pockets.
Decompression
At times
Only dreams
Act as those kind friends
Who help unravel
The painful tangles
Of everyday living
On the Mountain Peak
This blanket of silence
Smothers tender feelings and hopes
But if I fail to yell
Who shall hear me?
At least the mountain echoes my thoughts
Perhaps we were both awaiting
Each other
Drifter
The wind sighs lowly
By the sea, a lone tugboat
Calls out in the fog