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Isolation

by Alison McKenzie

It's the sci-fi sound of 18 semi tires
Rolling across the distant freeway
At 4:00 am

It's everyone asleep in my house
But me and the mice

It's the ka-clack, ka-clack, ka-clack
Of the freight train rolling across
A lonely nightscape

It's the drunk-tired way
My limbs tingle in weakness and
My eyes want to close
But my mind won't let them

It's the way Larry, the fish, sleeps
Underneath his aquarium octopus
As if hiding there
Makes him invisible somehow

It's the way you moved
All of your word files to your flash drive
And didn't tell me you were clearing out
Of my computer

And I tell myself that I'd better get used to it
'Cause there's more where this came from
I feel it in my bones
True as anything I've ever felt
And I see it coming

Just as plain as the opal stud sparkling
From the nose on my face
It reminds me that being alone won't be all dark

No matter how many times you tell me
You really don't have other plans
There is an unwavering truth screaming from your eyes
That tells the ending of this story different
Than the fact that you're still here

And the depth of my sadness cannot be measured
By any instrument known to science or mankind
Or the smile I wear every day to tell you I'm still happy

03/08/2008

Author's Note: As I re-read this today, April 27, 2009, I wonder how my gut could have been screaming so loudly that I let it go on the way I did.

Posted on 03/08/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/08/08 at 01:11 PM

This piece is outstanding... so poignant... with a whole lot more that is left unsaid....

Posted by A. Paige White on 03/08/08 at 02:57 PM

Oh, Ali... big hugs (tightened with prayerful hopes for all the greatest things in new beginnings)from down south... pm me if you just wanna talk and I'll get off the internet. You still have my number? I know I can't help the heartache, but I can share my knowledge that you will get through it and the sun is still shining behind the clouds and rain. loves ya girl.

Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 03/08/08 at 03:25 PM

I feel your pain here....hang in there! MFS

Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/08/08 at 06:13 PM

Wow! A lot of us do know these feelings and I cannot tell you enough how your images are so clearly described and your words are ever so powerful because it is so honest. Stay strong! ~JPP

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 03/10/08 at 03:17 AM

it's the moments between the pain that make life bearable.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/10/08 at 09:22 AM

The beginning is sci-fi, the end beyond science, and throughout you've shown how every aspect of your environment envelops, is enveloped in your feelings, your view, as if it all exists to express your meaning, and articulate the emotional content of your heart. Everything becomes metaphor, nothing is outside of that feeling, from the fish to the sounds of night. And so the "isolation" expands and is community, which by your poem includes everything, including us. Not alone, but we all listen as you listen to the pulse, the "ka-clack" of your poem in your night. And in this way the sadness expands to a warmth of human poetic understanding and emotionally linked hearts, all by the effectiveness of your expression.

Posted by Darren Swift on 03/11/08 at 04:06 PM

That opening stanza is the best I've read in a while... great piece. Dxx

Posted by Mara Meade on 03/11/08 at 06:48 PM

Many a metaphor to bring home the point you're making. This is pithy and full of nuance.

Posted by Maria Massarella on 03/13/08 at 12:02 AM

There are times one doesn't know what to say because when the spaces between words overflow with the unsaid ... one thinks who am I to speak of the beautiful write this is, or of the vibes it exudes and how it touches ... lovelight&peace ...*m.a

Posted by A. Paige White on 03/13/08 at 01:41 AM

Congratulations on POTD!

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 03/13/08 at 06:03 AM

But if we did not have your pain, we would not have had so a work of art. Marvelous and well worth POTD! Hang in there kid, we've all been there. You will die a little inside, but you will become so much the wiser!

Posted by Laurie Blum on 03/13/08 at 05:34 PM

The opening stanza hooked me and I was involved all the way through this excellent piece.

Posted by Julie Adams on 03/13/08 at 09:27 PM

No wonder this is at the top of the weekly favorites chart...this is a wonderful piece, so intricately woven these varied ideas all pointing to the same horizon...so much imagery and content to love, but just to offer a favorite or two, I loved: "It’s the ka-clack, ka-clack, ka-clack/ Of the freight train rolling across/ A lonely nightscape" and most especially "Just as plain as the opal stud sparkling/ From the nose on my face/ It reminds me that being alone won’t be all dark "...a pleasure to experience this poem, happy writings, peace, jewels

Posted by Jim Benz on 03/14/08 at 03:20 PM

Wow. If any poem ever deserved to ascend to the top-rated list on this site, this is it. Powerful stuff. Your use of detail is perfect, and the emotional impact blows me away.

Posted by James Zealy on 03/15/08 at 10:58 AM

wonderful piece ali, fact makes fiction look blase

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/16/08 at 01:49 PM

I'd missed this one. It is a marvel of transparent imagery. I'll say more by IM...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/16/08 at 03:12 PM

Rivetingly powerful piece of work Alison. Well worth the read and No. 1 spot. :o)

Posted by David Garner on 03/19/08 at 04:10 PM

extremely powerful. took me to a place I didn't expect. moving word files on a flash drive without you knowing--great, precise image. wonderful.

Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 03/23/08 at 05:35 AM

even your pain is beautiful. :) pk

Posted by Laurie Blum on 09/15/09 at 08:29 PM

I still am saddened reading this... but I know you and I know what you are capable of sweet Ali! Ask me sometime and I will tell you.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/17/09 at 02:54 AM

It is unfortunate, as Nietzsche stated,
In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.
and that is depends on 'the what' they wnat to play, unfortunaelty. As in my case, I had to grow up, at 40, to find that outand change. A wonderful piece still, Alison.

Posted by Ben Evans on 08/18/11 at 01:49 AM

Excellent

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