There are shores that remain
ever-etched upon my heart –
emotional tides that tug
and carry me, currents
of past revelations –
I remember drowning
in the swells of loneliness
always the outsider, the grains
of this sentimentality
still shredding my adult soul.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
I really enjoyed this.
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Thanks
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Truly a great capture V.J. with relatable truths.
Your word play is always a 10 💖👏👏
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Thanks so much, Cindy!
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always!! 💖💖
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You expressed my latest blog here in a poetic way. I invite you to read it if you have a chance. Thanks.
https://onstageformyselfnow.blog/2022/06/28/homeless-reunion-success/
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Interesting that you would tie the two together. Yours has a good moral.
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And theirs real content in my life to it
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I experienced loneliness after my divorce (many years ago). I surrounded myself with friends. With that said, the feeling still lingered off and on until I remarried.
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I know what you mean.
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Always the outsider….as ever your poems speak to me:)
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I love the image. Loneliness is a hard thing to bear and a hard thing to witness.
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Agreed. It feels almost catching when we encounter it in others, doesn’t it?
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Yes, it does.
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I was always an outsider as a teenager, but it was largely by choice. Even at that age I thought the price tag for being an insider was too high. However, I made that choice myself, and I felt a lot of compassion for and defended those who were ridiculed and marginalized.
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I think we outsiders are a breed of our own. I don’t remember feeling loneliness in those days – more after my marriage failed. I was still young.
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Those waves of miseries of our pasts, keeps, rushing back up, until, we deal with them, surfed these, waves at their, maximum, capacity, then, they will, slowly, dissipate, away…
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So we hope…poetic response, thanks
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Very poignant.
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Thanks, Heather
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You’re welcome.
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I’ll see your misery and raise you the sublime and the ridiculous. 🃏
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never bet against a poet! Their hands are stacked
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Then I fold like a rusty 63 year old recliner. 🙃
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Ha ha ha. I resemble that remark
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