Posts Tagged ‘lonely’

Walking Through The Village Alone: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 5, 2017

This is the type of/
quiet winter night when she/
should be here with me.
Deep winter snow, Victorian brick house, Springville, Utah, Jan 2017

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I Need A Mit-Watcher For Snow: Romantic ImproVerse Alliteration Haiku

January 5, 2017

Softly falling flakes/
of silver snow are not meant/
to be watched alone.
January gentle snowfall with street lamp, Historic Springville Cemetery, January, 2017

She Was Never Alone … Was She? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

November 15, 2016

To those who stood by/
her, even in subtle ways,/
she wasn’t alone.

Learning Alone Not Lonely: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

September 26, 2016

I hate to admit/
that I could learn to be by/
myself much better.

Why Be You? Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

May 16, 2016

She, alone, stood
and, debating her own best good,
faced down the gaping abyss
of conscious solo loneliness.

She knew another decision would
be, by others, easily understood
if she, reconsidering, stepped back;
let herself be lead down a different track.

She could easily hike hand in hand
through life’s journey with a man
who had never truly got
the greater knowledge and light she sought.

But she turned her vision to a loftier view;
Spread forth her arms, lept out, and flew.

Don’t Care Facebook Zero: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 5, 2016

It’s that morning when/
nobody contacts you on/
Facebook: You don’t care!

Giving Hugs Is Hard: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 28, 2015

I stood on the street,/
arms outstretched for hugs. Dogs and/
children gave freely.

Alone @ A DC4QT Concert: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

July 16, 2015

I am not too old/
to rock and roll. It’s sad that/
my children think so.Death Cab for Cutie Concert, Pioneer Park, Salt Lake City, July 2015

The Oracle Solves A Creative’s Dilemic Conundrum: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem

May 5, 2015

Through life’s woods
I wandered.
Down a path
not-often trodden,
I stumbled,
soul-searching,
burdened,
sorrowing,
because of rejection,
because of loneliness.

In a still glen,
facing my feelings,
fearing,
confused,
I found her,
an oracle
in blue.

I asked honestly
for others perceptions
of me.

Pause.
Had I offended?
The oracle spoke:
“You view the world differently.
Creatives see things
creatively.
And thus, you are,
typically,
misunderstood.”

“What you as a creative see,
you view with variety
and clarity.”

“Some use a paintbrush,
some a pencil or pen
some use a sculptor’s tool,
some a potter’s wheel,
some a keyboard or strings.
Some see the world
through a wide angle
or a macro
or a telephoto lens.”

“But what you see,
you can capture
and share
with the world
who is blind,
or at least myopic
or farsighted
or mono-colored.”

“Because you do that,
we in the world who have ears,
may hear;
and having eyes,
may see.
And having minds,
may understand.
And having souls,
may feel
and grasp
and learn
and know.”

“That’s why creatives,
though you’re misunderstood,
though you’re criticized,
though you’re shunned,
by some,
must always exist.
That’s why
you must always persevere.”

“Because without you,
the world would miss
what we otherwise
might see
or hear
or feel
or experience
and understand.”

As she spoke
those words,
the truth,
I reeled
under the torrent
and weight
of responsibility.

At the same time,
I felt my burden lifted.
I felt my rejection taken.
I felt,
again,
fire in my veins
and joy
in my heart.

Though I’m often alone
on that solitary path,
I’m not lonely.

I now know
and accept
that it is okay
to see
and write
what others might not.
Even if I’m rejected,
by some,
others will see.

I’ll share,
not in a condescending way,
not in reprimand,
not in a “you must see that
this this way,
or you’re wrong”.

Not asking them to
“be better”,
because they are
as they are,
just
as I am
as I am.

Instead, I’ll give
my words,
my thoughts,
my feelings
in a kind,
loving,
sharing way.

I’ll say:
“Look at this thing
I see.
Look what I found!
Come share it with me.”

Just like she,
visionary oracle,
in her wisdom,
helped me see
the opportunity
and responsibility
I bear
as I live,
and share,
my life honestly,
with integrity,
creatively.

Thumbnail Moon Black Hole: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

January 21, 2015

Some might see, smiling,/
a thumbnail moon, but I see/
a black empty hole.