A French chanson on the radio,
A vanilla-scented candle in the new, small candelabrum;
Mother stole it from work.
The smell of rice from the oven,
A cart filled with neatly cut logs,
An empty street,
Leafless trees.
Life on the second floor.
An ever playful dog,
The neighbor saying “hello”,
Coffee and cigarettes,
An apple instead of breakfast,
Old, word-filled papers, torn from notebooks I can’t remember,
An unexpected inspiration.
A day when you’re feeling almighty,
Hoping only that it doesn’t get dark,
Only that it doesn’t get dark,
Now when the home is so warm and fragrant.
Diary of Loneliness
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Wow! There is A LOT going on in this poem. I was forced to tap into memory of what these things are… to gain visuals while reading the poem. I haven’t had to switch thoughts so fast reading one single literary piece in a long while. It was quite refreshing actually. Not my favorite poem on here so far but definitely appreciate the jolt I received. There is almost an uplifting aura resonating from this piece – from that aspect I certainly enjoyed it. Thanks.
A very interesting poem, as well as Shawie I must say a lot of things go on. The ending was in particular interesting for me as we do not know what the night will bring, what kind of terrifying creatures come at night in your world that you do not wish the day to end. Thank you for sharing it with us 🙂
It is strange yet interesting. I like it!
What a beautiful scenery, to think that the darkness of the night changes that, it’s just so much more powerful.
This to me was like looking at a still life painting, seeing snippets of the life of one who bears loneliness. Beautifully constructed with rich imagery. Well done!
Thanks, guys! I’m glead you like it! 🙂