All The Lonely People: Poems From Around The World.

Each week, I will feature a poem from one of our contributing authors to our recent All The Lonely People Anthology. To date, our anthology has received almost 2, 500 views, which shows just how much interest there is in this complex and often overlooked subject.

We begin with a wonderful poem by DiAnne Ebejer. As it defines Loneliness, I though this a great place to begin this heuristic exploration into this subject.

You can click DiAnne’s name to connect with this wonderful poet (and person) on Facebook. DiAnne’s blog details are at the end f her post.

 Thank you DiAnne for your beautiful, well constructed words.

Lone·li-ness

A Loneliness Woman by Victor – Sao Carlos, BR

DiAnne Ebejer

[lohn-lee-ness]

adjective, lone·li·est. lone-li-er

affected with, characterized by, or causing a depressing feeling of being alone; lonesome.

Loneliness is uttering a cry from the depths of your core

and seldom if ever getting a response.

Only loneliness may hold the ruling omnipotence

as the cruelest emotion of them all.

Never warm inside looking out, loneliness thrives only

on the frigid outside longing for a way in.

Ever the demon, loneliness wears the face that

reminds you of all that is missing.

Loneliness is never having to say you’re happy.

In loneliness you hear only silence above the laughter,

see only darkness on the pathway to light.

Never-ending herculean struggles ensue just

to face loneliness in each new day.

Endless replays in a world of sorrow and isolation

facilitate a wayward drift into the well of depression.

Stark as winter trees, the vision in the world of

loneliness is barren of all fullness and color.

Shadow eyes, always outstretched, always

out-cried, leave bare the soul of loneliness.©

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About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamh.co.uk

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