Loneliness is a language

By Yutka

Wed, 28 Jan 2009

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5 comments

What could I do or say?
Would pain smooth out
under my perfect words?
Would it even listen?

Winds soothe and refresh.
Green shades in the land
please the eye,
and sitting by the water
lulls the senses.

The freak call of a bird
brings it all to an end.
The old pain is alive,
rips the blue sky,
claws the heart.

Loneliness is a language
you will have to learn to speak,
decode its words by and by,
sit over lost translations.

Comments

Excellent poetry. The

Permalink Submitted by jennifer on Wed, 2009-01-28 19:31

Excellent poetry. The rhyming, lilting quality does 'soothe'! I think the last stanza is just beautiul. Do you mean 'by and by'? Or am I mis-reading? J x

thanks ver much, Jennifer.

Permalink Submitted by Yutka on Fri, 2009-01-30 12:07

thanks ver much, Jennifer. Yes I mean "by and by". I put it now at the end of the verse. Any clearer? Yutka:)

As you said to me. I also

Permalink Submitted by Ken Simm on Sat, 2009-01-31 11:37

As you said to me. I also detect some excellent writing here.

Yes, much. Am once again

Permalink Submitted by jennifer on Sat, 2009-01-31 22:20

Yes, much. Am once again struck by: 'The old pain is alive, rips the blue sky, claws the heart.' Just great imagery, put so magically simply! J x

This is lovely and sad,

Permalink Submitted by onemorething on Thu, 2009-02-19 22:24

This is lovely and sad, fantastic writing, agree that the last stanza is perfectly, stomach wrenching for an ending.