Loneliness
an empty space
With no sides
No hands
No touching
Reaching
To find you
in a secret place
Hidden
From yourself
In the red
Bleached dress
of dreams
In the void
No words
estrangement
exercises
Heart training
Tumbling
Silences shattered
A corpse of a man
Reduced to love.

Comments
Highhat | July 19, 2011 - 19:27
Nice to be reading something different from you Celtic.
;)Pia
celticman | July 19, 2011 - 19:57
Thanks Pia. Everything I write is different! I think there may be another word for it.
SundaysChild | July 19, 2011 - 20:48
I personally find this poignant and, somehow, rather arousing (sorry if that's not what you were going for celticman!) and I like it.
fatboy74 | July 20, 2011 - 08:49
i think this is rather good, I particularly like
No words
estrangement
exercises
and
Heart training
That last one is such a good image. :-)
Highhat | July 20, 2011 - 12:50
you know Celtic-it wasn't my intention to offend you. What I really meant was that in short stories the writer can often hide behind the characters whereas in a poem it is easier exposing yourself as an individual. Is this jabberwocky to you?
atb
Pia
PS I still think this poem is good
"In the red bleached dress of dreams" I especially liked
celticman | July 20, 2011 - 16:59
Hi Pia. I wasn't offended. Perhaps the surprising thing is I've usually got a destination in my stories when I write them. Poems are just flinging words up in the air and seeing where they fall. Sundays I don't know what they are about half the time. And I'm pleased you've all, taken time to look at my attempts. Thanks Fatboy.
RachelPatricia | July 22, 2011 - 19:51
'In the bleached red dress of dreams' - I love that, too :)
That opening stanza is really powerful too, celtic -
you should fling your words around more often, they fall in some pretty amazing ways if you ask me ;)
Rachel xx
celticman | July 22, 2011 - 21:59
Thanks Rachel. Nice words. I've been writing rubbish for a while. I'm sorry. I can't help myself and humanity will just need to suffer a little longer.
oldpesky | July 25, 2011 - 22:14
Hi celticman, this surprised me and showed another side of you. 'an empty space with no sides' stuck out for me. Well done for tackling something different.
maggyvaneijk | July 27, 2011 - 16:59
There's so much in this, I'm happy you've tried a new avenue. The last stanza in particular:
Silences shattered
A corpse of a man
Reduced to love.
powerful stuff, I look forward to seeing more of this kind.
celticman | July 28, 2011 - 17:07
Thanks MV, if you're happy with anything I've written, I'm happy.