There is the loneliness of sleep,
the loneliness that keeps one in bed day
after day, sated in sadness, spent from feeling
nothing but the ache.
The other loneliness, delivered by the moon, is the
one to be avoided, the type that keeps one from
sleeping, precludes rest and keeps the heart up, cracking,
cracking itself. This is the restless loneliness, the
one that drives a soul to wander
all night, to roam the halls and press one's palms
against the walls to sense the long-gone shadow,
to summon a touch.
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Zyskandar Jaimot
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This is one of those nights here.
A moon said:`get out of the bed!
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Since you toss and roll with many moans,
groans, and ate too much pesto garlic,
potato salad, and a home brew last eve,
You may as well read Open Salon? burp.
Not you burp, that's insensitive and rude.
No eat loads of pesto It makes you wacky.
`
I did hear your inner longing. I woke burping.
I'll walk the rooms, wash the dishes, say:`Hi!
Howdy! Will Ya Send over Miss Pepto Bismo?
Perfection.
Wishing I could rate this many times.
To the end of loneliness, for us all.
Monsieur, no, not published, except for here. I placed in a few contests a million years ago, but haven't entered or submitted in a long time.
Thanks again, all. Your words read as so kind and generous today.
but Osho taught me not to try to avoid it, but let it take its course, even try to give in to it completely... guess you do too, then it flows out in the shape of words that hold the spirit together in their hearse as it transitions to the other phase
not sure "thank you" would be the right sentiment back...
Yes, the Moonflower in the title does mean the flower. If I remember correctly, I was staring at one when I first started this poem.
I so appreciate all the comments.
Patrick, thanks much. Trust that I count you all as valuable readers, and I have no aspiration to be published. I'm not a real 'poet' as far as publishing goes. I am not well-trained and my work is far too.... well... not poetic, I'd say.
"Publishing" here is more than good enough for me.
Thank you for the kind thoughts.
Hope you're well out there in the big world.