Alone.
Alone, alone, alone,
like the polar bear who has lost her mate,
like the broken half of the love seed scattered into the wind,
like the meditating Burmese monk sitting on top of the hill...
I crave that solitariness, that emptiness, that loneliness.
Little lost soul in the mountains,
spreading your butterfly wings in the air,
I look at you and see
a picture of joy, everlasting bliss,
surreal like the paintings of Dali,
inexplicable, ponderous, mythical almost.
This is like a dream,
a dream of me and me alone.
A dream of a destiny, far,
far beyond the norm.
The world is not for me to conquer
alone.
In a list
A contest entry
- A contest for loners by Big Scrive.
550 points, ended December 29, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Loneliness by Cyclical.
1000 points, ended February 9, 70 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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we are all alone
great stuff..is it posible to conquer loneliness if we are alone....we are born alone and we die alone, and yet inbetween we seek isolation. strange indeed......... profound stuff here..congrats
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Very interesting poem. At first you seem to admire loneliness, desire it. Then you look at something lonely, and mystical, and you end by acknowledging that the world is not for you to conquer alone. Beautiful.
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