L. B. Mek

Lonesome, divided by Eight billion


They, speak of loneliness to a wannabe poet

I smile and simply, nod along

They, think me demeaning 

Blameless, we each  :  stare

across                                       our / divide;

Stubbornness, is a learnt - heritage

first, of life’s survivalist requirements

see, either we fracture and wait-it-out or break


and those who-


realise it’s far too-



to escape, since

all that’s left


is voided, by belated: regret…



© L. B. Mek

October 2021


  • dusk arising

    Ah, but..... my poetic friend... regrets make for great poetry.

  • Teddy.15

    Mmm what's all this , wannabe poet, I would certainly not put you in that category

    Dearest Mek I have learnt through my writing just how many regrets I may have, yet they are not regrets simply because they are? LoL do you get that, go on my friend with your head held high, without the life we have all had we wouldn't have anything to write about right,? As ever a beautiful reflective poem. X

    • L. B. Mek

      'yet they are not regrets
      simply because they are?'..
      very wise words, dear Poetess
      labelling all of our past if's and but's, as regret
      doesn't do them justice, some are - genuinely
      but others are the lessons, we've been gifted
      waiting for our awareness to mature
      and our acceptance, of our worth
      to equate, to the receipts in that baggage we carry
      till we climb that next heal-top, shedding point
      and we can lessen those weighty worries
      by realising the lessons in our mistakes...
      (I read and learn, my friend
      thank you!)

    • John Prophet

      So true LBM, and written in your beautiful style.


      • L. B. Mek

        nice! glad you liked the read
        thank you for the supportive comment, dear poet

      • Neville

        I was very tempted just to cut & paste Dusk Arising's perfect review note .. but then checked myself when the thought scribes & poets write plagiarists & forgers cut n paste ... right .................. interesting form & the message is spot on ... plus what Dusk Arising said again for good measure .. N 🙂

        • L. B. Mek

          ah hyung, trust you
          to notice and highlighting the form
          I had a little fun with this one,
          thank you!

        • aDarkerMind

          another poem full of emotion L.B.

          and one to savour;

          and save;

          • L. B. Mek

            (it's crazy, to me
            how much more emotional we become
            on behalf of those close to us
            than ourselves?!)
            I think, within that aspect of our reality
            exists, some comprehension
            to why love
            is such a powerful influence, in our lives
            whether positive or negative..
            truly appreciate your insightful comment
            and supportive gesture of kindness, my friend

          • spilleronsheet

            Regrets are heavier than loss
            Indeed a lot of regrets I carry myself
            But soon to realise I don’t wish to live the rest with anymore regrets
            The poetry is striking the chords
            Nice one dear poet

            • L. B. Mek

              what a wonderful summarizing
              of my humble scribble, dear poet
              thank you!

              • spilleronsheet

                Thanks so much dear poet
                I feel lucky to be a reader to your poetry
                Which are covered with insights
                Providing me advice
                While I stand at junctures of life

              • Goldfinch60

                Those regrets can always be overcome by a positive mind Mek.


                • Maxine Smith

                  Couldn’t agree more. The wonderful world of positive thinking is key.

                  A great thought provoking read.

                  • L. B. Mek

                    it sure can, Andy
                    but we are fallible creatures by default
                    and so sometimes
                    we're allowed to stumble and allow ourselves
                    to feel those bruises, we work so hard
                    to keep repressed..
                    thank you for the wise advise, dear poet

                  • Dove

                    Regrets they have whispered to my soul,
                    but whether I’ve broken or not, Loneliness
                    always whips me slowly

                    • L. B. Mek

                      its that one two, punch combo
                      it feels inevitable, that we have to traverse
                      across one, to move-on from the other..
                      still if we recognise our feelings and emotions
                      its that little easier to face them
                      and move-on, from them..
                      thank you for wording your understanding
                      so sincere, dear poet

                    • Jon Nakapalau

                      Nicely penned!

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