Hello out there...?
by Glenn Currier
This morning I woke up feeling lonely.
I don’t know why.
I have people around me who love me
and want to hold on to me
and I onto them.
feelings like this
fly and soon evaporate into the cloudy sky.
But today some dark critter
a residue of the night
has hooked me
and won’t let go
it has reeled me in
so here I am using these lines
to cast my mind out into the choppy waters
to see if I can connect
with something swimming there
that’ll make sense of this tenuous mess
in which I wander and wallow.
I don’t seem to find my self
comfortable, wholly accepted and at home
with the people and places I roam
in this soaked and leaky vessel.
I know it’s stupid to be out here floating
when songs and words I’m often quoting
drift inside my head
planted there by many magnificent progenitors
who earnestly bred
a young man for whom they cared.
But loneliness does that.
It puts me where I know I shouldn’t be
by all grateful accounts.
I think to myself
I wish so and so was here to talk
but they’ve long gone and walked
who has lived so long.
So here I am alone
to find the answer, a home
or a place of some special grace…
while I sit here with these lines
in this lonely state.
Hello out there…?
Posted on 03/02/2019
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/02/19 at 06:59 PM|
Kinda reminds me of my poem, The Hermit of South Keys, in New Blood, but of course from a slightly different angle. Loneliness indeed takes on a whole new meaning for the middle aged who have survived longer than some of our loved ones, friends...celebrities.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/05/19 at 10:54 AM|
Hang in there, Glenn. Hopefully writing out your loneliness made you feel less so. Often the cure is in the expression, that coupled with some friend or other actually hearing and listening and reading the lovely poem you have written on the topic which is almost taboo to discuss and yet is prevalent in our midst.