Time rarely allows me to develop a poem they way I might if the clock ticked in my favor. I saw a boy toss a stone in a street puddle yesterday. Here’s what grew from that seed, that stone. It’s missing something, but I move on.

Image result for lonely man


A stone,
sugared with silt,
beneath the grandeur

of a bloated log
where the pond
slopes deepest,

fathoms the complexities
of turtles, the philosophies
of cold, and would shiver

if able to comprehend
affection’s embroidery.



2 thoughts on “Loneliness

Say something!! Please?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s