Monday, 22 April 2013

A solitary soliloquy

I'm doing poetry this month, in case you missed the first post. 

woodland bridge


A lone figure on a despondent path
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts.
A tiny traveller on a grief struck road
Adorned with specs of hate and denial as loneliness holds.

The little guy looks for the fingers he held,
And the shoulders that always carried him well.
But all he sees is a despondent path,
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts.

A dying hope in his faltering heart,
For a better tomorrow, a fresh start.
But all there is is a despondent path,
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts.

The solitary figure hesitates to walk,
The future sealed with a deadly lock.
As he limps on a despondent path,
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts...

Until the alarm brings him back
To his own older and lonely self
As the dream ends and a tangible nightmare begins,
Abandoned on a despondent path,
Strewn with dead leaves and twigs and an uncertainty that lasts.

Some words write themselves, my fingers are only the conduit.

14 comments:

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    1. Haha I see you found a new word. Thanks for visiting! :D

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  2. This is touching! I love how the stanza ends in the same phrase (:

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  3. So inspirational and touching! Picture is nice too.

    my blog: morgankatz505.blogspot.com

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    1. Thanks Morgan. Hopping over to your blog now. :)

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  4. I can never carry off repetition with the same flair as yours, driving home the emotions so perfectly. Just wonderful!

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    1. Thanks for the compliment Zainab! :!

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  5. Calming, serene and insightful. A delightful read. Nicely done. Thanks from a fellow A to Z Challenger.

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  6. Definitely a few things to think about in this piece, along with symbols reflecting the human soul.

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    1. Thanks M.J. A little reflection ever hurts, eh?

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  7. I love that it started and ended the same way. That is really cool. Such a powerful poem. You definitely have talent! New follower :)

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  8. This is an amazing poem. I don't know how you do it. Those words really just flow through you? Powerful stuff.

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