The cliché about
my time is that
I am a
lonely woman
and this loneliness
is harmonizing with me
just like a
scorching drop of sweat flowing
and just
like that
until it
reaches my veiled anklet
only to
realize the lie about the truth
and only to enter
again under the skin.
Don’t go too
much ahead,
it’s only a
trick
as simple as
that but my dream is small.
I am no
waiting and I am no lonely
I can only
breathe as long as
things are
not near by
and by
things, I mean people.
Posted for The Mag
15 comments:
The voids have a way of loveliness about them...
Vulnerable yet strong !!! Loved it !!!
One can be alone but doesn't have to be lonely...
If one is comfortable with the void and silence, then its fine ~ I specially like the first stanza ~
her loneliness is harmonizing with
her- wow, i've never heard that before.
the narrator of this poem seems
honest and fearless.
Dependency and need are palatable in this poem, Monika. Thank you for sharing these naked truths. =D
Really enjoyed the flow of your poem ....
the feeling of being okay as long as the object of distress is not near... i love it!
def nice....i agree that is is vulnerable but at the same time so strong...being alone one need not be lonely...
Very beautiful, very femnine and dream like, Monika, from a deep place i think, thanks
This is beautifully descriptive. I can relate a little, actually.
Nice one!!! love the anklets, the closure...
She has a calm, though sad take on life. Thanks for sharing.
...don't go too much ahead...that sounds so much like me! Great writing!
awesome take!
JJRod'z
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