Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

Monthly Archives: January 2013

Poems by Keith Atkissoon

Another windy day

 

What’s the ocean for but to stare out over

Huddled and cold, my hair blows and twists

Gulls pour up the cliffs, keeping silent today

Some hover and watch me from a distance

Some dive and head out over the crests of waves

Skimming the cold current

They steal my wind

The wind that draws me closer to the edge

Do they see my eyes blurred by tears?

 

The wind blows hard against my face

Reddening my cheeks, I shiver in the cold

Even the breaking waves have gone quiet

A mournful uneasiness over the sand

Is no one laughing today?

I hear nothing but another windy day

 

The whitecaps strum a silent song offshore

Sailboats glide slowly miles away

And while clouds gather, shadows grow long

Then a grey-deadened sea follows the sun

As it continues to vanish past the horizon

Bringing a gull-empty sky and whispering tones of sirens

Who cried the sea?

Was it me?

Not only me, but many more, the many who

Gaze out over the water every day, wishing, hoping, and praying

For the future to come, or for the past to return

To an indifferent sea, it’s just another windy day.

 

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Seeing my friend

 

Not me ,by me

Beside the sweet mist

Me, myself, my thoughts can’t resist

The vision plays out some every day

Is there anybody there? Listen I say

I’m waiting for a friend, a still empty chair

Can see them so clearly, me sitting there

Our voices, the song, and dripping good times

A neverland appears when I open my eyes

Things that aren’t real, rarely surprise

 

I need to go back to what I said before

My beautiful friend never comes through the door

To sit by me, and pay me some mind

Or give me a call, to just take the time

I see what’s there and it’s none of your mind

My friend’s soft words, they remind

Of lives that we lived and loves long ago

Tell each other stories of childhoods ago

 

I am my best friend, the only one I know

The one in the chair?

Their names’ alone

This so special bond, between twilight and dusk

As a stilted connection, and is so and such.

My friend just blurred, this thought crossed my mind

The time we next meet, I will find

The chair still empty, that’s not what I see

I see a friend

But I’m talking to me.

 

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Poems by Lori Kay

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For so long I wander, lost to myself in the forest of Life.

It is a rather panicked way of life.

Have you ever searched for your Self so?

For so long I sit perplexed at the table of Life where lay the puzzle pieces of Me.

It is a rather frustrating way of Life.

“This puzzle must have come to me with the wrong pieces,” I cry aloud so many times.

Have you ever been so perplexed over Who you are – inside and out?

For so long am I hungry to use the ‘stuff’ inside me.

It is a rather lonely and unsatisfied way of life.

“To hunger for use and to never to be used is the worse hunger of all.” (author unknown)

Have you ever been so hungry?

Oh for the day,

I find myself and my insides become calm, I become faith-full on the path.

I make great progress on the puzzle of me; enlightened at the table.

I am filled, the ache of disuse abated.
From that day forward,

I take each step with dignity, calm and content in the forest.

I connect each puzzle piece with patience, uplifted at the table.

I apply with privilege the genuineness of me, satisfied with the ‘stuff.’
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Lori Kay, 2010

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When the struggle to survive is over

And you’re left alone to redefine yourself

Where does the definition come from?

When the struggle to survive is over

And you’re left with a certain kind of emptiness and calm

Where does the reason come from?

When you no longer have to fight to push your body and mind through each moment

Where does the fight go?

When the struggle to survive is over

And you can finally breakdown and cry

What will stop the tears?

When the struggle to survive is over

And you finally let down the anger you held so long

What do you hold now?

When the struggle to survive is over

And the fear that fueled your inner fire is snuffed out

Where does the flame come from?

When the struggle to survive is over

And adrenalin and cortisol no longer run through you every minute, every hour, of every day

And your body comes to a complete stand still, a fall down and stay down

What will bring it back up again?

When the struggle to survive is over

And fight or flight becomes stay and love

And you’re left with a sadness undefined

Where does the happiness meet up with you?

Lori Kay, 2009