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Is this pretty much a universal poem, in that
we have all walked in these shoes or had similar feelings? This poem isn't about any one person in particular..but maybe a composite...a sort of creative hit and miss sketch based on my accumulation of life experiences. Sometimes, we wish for what we think we don't have and often, too, don't realize how lucky we are and that we aren't all that miserable but just momentarily in a fix. Yet sooner or later, things will work themselves out. This poem may be a bit of a pity party...we've all also done that number on ourselves. I have and you have and we all have been there. There meaning on the long and dusty trail of life walking to and from some lonesome love. ******************************************************* Lonesome love you tell yourself you've got an "In" but you're mostly on your own or on the outs you do the laundry you pay the bills somehow still no notice of the smiles only the frowns and the pouts who's ever really home who's watching television who's talking on the computer or on the phone you what do you do lonesome love, you write a poem lonesome love do you feel the sting are you an obligation obliged to crumbling crumbs are you the warmed up the leftovers no more salutations what's settled at the bottom of the sieve not what's around and above is this the new truth is this the abnegation its in the absence and the silence its in the long over-shadowed in the extended longing in the nagging anticipation of the end in the name of ache and neediness withing the wounds all of this is stowed lonesome love you cry because you're lonely because you're loathe-some because you're lost maybe because you've lost the will to go or to go on you cry because you know you've many more seeds even when you've already sown them you've memorized your favorite lines and the worn down words to every love song lonesome love its hard to be one who has a need its harder yet to have the itch its hardest more to be the needier one to be thought of not as the plus but to be the lack ready to ditch your words hang limply in the air your words echo off bare walls your words are pantomimes meaningless puppet shows without an audience where do you go there are no ears to hear them there is no mind to sweetly mind there is a dearth of mortifying silence in the mile-long stare little of you left to find lonesome love my honeyed dove coo-cooing to a summer's high moon above are you out of reach maybe out of time fruit much older about to whither on the dying vine don't lose your verve jump off the curb bite the bit and keep in line lonesome love honeyed dove soon another lover might saddle up to move and soothe you hold tightly onto your own heart sure as the stars there will be light against the odds you will survive. ******************** children feel this way people in families feel this way people in peer groups feel this way people in life feel this way people in love feel this way love and loss are the two sides of one coin...you cannot have one without the other...you have to have the negative to appreciate the positive...you don't know what joy is unless you've experienced sorrow. hope this finds you friend and reader... thinking about this topic and on the sunnier side of life. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/MAY 21 2019 6:16PM PST TIME DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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