Who is on the plum tree?
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.
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.©