I alone am lonely
that is a thought I often have
I alone immortal
barren and bleeding
A river flows
weeping exquisite distance
through solitary years elusive
only lending poignancy
to the portrait
of haunted autumn watercolours
dripping on a summer horizon
and the colour of the sun on scared skin.
A contest entry
- Alienation - prompts from Old Poetry by Judith Chandler.
850 points, ended September 4, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think? Any suggestions?
Comments
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I hear that
Surrounded by millions in the BIG city
Oftimes I feel to be the only one,
Especially as 'Fall comes.

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We all feel that at times. Interesting take on the prompt.
Thank you for entering my contest. -
Beautiful descriptive language. I loved the sound of 'haunted autumn watercolours' particularly. I was taken to the 'gilded' portrait.




