The ache of loneliness
Filled white sheets
While the mind it walked
The empty streets
To the river
Its calming wave
Its gentle ripples
Its searching page.
Of historys mention
With kindly thoughts
That stretched to Heaven
In Nature caught
A landscape calm
Or raging storm
A starry night
Or blood red thorn.
The cafe hours
Always alone
Within the crowd
Mind to atone
For judgement which
So harshly given
The sadness became
A forever prison.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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One of my favorite songs Vincent by Don McLean, I could tell right off that this was following that trend. This poem is brilliant in its brevity and ability to convey the same meaning to anyone that knows the story where so many familiar images of his life are incorporated into it. I truly love this poem my friend.
Thanking you my friend, so glad it hit with you, much appreciated
My pleasure Norman
It is a prison with crazy bars that move and even sometimes return. A personal fave. 👍🏻🕊️
thanks my friend, much appreciated as always
And always welcome my friend👍🏻🕊️
Bonjour tristesse que serais je sans toi...
What would we be indeed, thanks my friend for read comment and fav. much appreciated
A troubled mind. Good write N.
But now - you waiting for a bus in France? Just as bad as waiting in the UK?! lol.
oh yes, or should that be oui ? lol
Norman, there’s a terrible loneliness in being surrounded by life and still feeling entirely alone. This one got to me. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanking you much appreciated my friend
Wonderfully emotive words Norman.
Andy
Most kind, thanks and appreciation friend
Beautiful work 👍
most kind, thanks much appreciated
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