Loneliness

[beekaay]

Loneliness is not
An old man on a park bench
But an empty park bench
In the rain.

Loneliness is not
The empty gaze
Of a stranger, but
A lover who looks at you
With the eyes of a stranger.

Loneliness is not
The dim street lamp
On the darkest corner
Until she stands under it
Waiting
In the yellow circle
Of despair.

Loneliness is
A hired Santa Claus
Ringing his bell
In front of the store
Pretending not to see
Faces in chaotic crowds
Of people pretending
Not to see his.

[Doreen Peri]

This is a terrific piece!

(Did you forget your original password and re-register .... or you're a different beekay? )

[judih]

lots of beekaaaays! the more the better

[leafsailors ghost]

Yes , this is a fine poem ,it builds to a deep feeling, approaching those dark hours that we all experience at some time, and holding us there just long enough to want to shake it off , this brings appreciation for friends and family , light and laughter . The work of a true poet reminding me again why I read.

[beekaay]

Thanks, Doreen, judih, leafsailors ghost. I wasn't off that long, but it seemed like forever. Good to be back!

[saw]

well done....fine imagery with a lasting impression

[justwalt]

You know too much
beautiful
Peace

[Ann Bingham]

This is lovely. I was looking in the photography section and saw the photo; I'm glad I sought out the poem.

[WIREMAN]

Thought provoking for sure