I am alone.
Unto the very core of my being,
Down to the marrow in the bone,
And I have known it,
Heard it in the wind,
Felt the ghastly moan
Of being cut off,
Cut out;
Age four - I saw
The chasm and the caverns
Deep below;
You would have thought
I could at least consort
With other ghosts -
There were none there
And if they were they hid
In shadows, spectres still;
So this is why I know
It cannot change,
Or ever will.
There is a path where trees and flowers
Form bowers of solitude
For lovers, friends, companions;
I don’t go there,
I do not know the way
And would be shunned;
Invisible:
Since age of four
Who locked the door
To make me live this way?
Alone - from being a child,
For all my life - lost
Searching for a key, an opening;
I am far inside myself,
Apart - beyond the reach
Of fingertips
Or outstretched arms:
Today is yesterday.
Jan


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January 26, 2007 at 1:25 pm
faucon
and she lamented,
“There is a path where trees and flowers
Form bowers of solitude
For lovers, friends, companions”
As we speak I am writing a book that discusses the attainment of the “Bower of Kahm.” It is not only possible to go there without fear, but to learn to be one with it. I, of course, only have glimpses — but it is enough
Most happy to send you some of this –
just write off-blog
faucon
January 26, 2007 at 2:03 pm
lorigloyd
Jan, many of us have been here, listening to that awful wind howl. You’ve touched me with this one.
January 27, 2007 at 10:24 am
Heather Blakey
Deep below;
You would have thought
I could at least consort
With other ghosts -
There were none
the pathos of this piece pierces like a red hot needle Jan.
February 9, 2007 at 12:44 am
cronelogical
Word and meaning meld perfectly into the whole in this piece, the essence of poetry. In making poetry of pain the soul of the maker is renewed. Fran
February 12, 2007 at 3:43 pm
soulsister
Jan this is a very powerful piece describing very deep pain. Know that many here understand perfectly what you are feeling. We can all hold each others hands. Love and blessings upon you.
March 26, 2007 at 9:52 am
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