| Loneliness in a world filled with opportunity should be a paradox. Yet, we all experience that feeling at some point in our lives. We don’t want to do the same things, see the same people we want to change. We need change. But when that door is open, and we’ve ventured into another space and realize we have no connections, no kind face to make a connection with we feel isolated. Loneliness rears its ugly head. I know there are other types of loneliness, but for today I am just addressing it as an author.Here on WordPress, we are blessed with the daily interaction we have. I’ve never forgotten how I initially felt here when I knew no one. I was alone, I felt lonely. My writing wasn’t read nor did I really know what direction to go. I only knew I was surrounded by people who loved what I love… WRITING. Over time by putting myself out there, I interacted with people, and a following began. We’re connecting. However, in the real world where I exist that is not the case. Vic enjoys poetry but not to the extent I do. I find myself feeling alone because when we gather with other people, the conversations go from sports, politics, weather, movies anything but poetry which saddens me. I am reminded of Issac Asimov’s quote “Writing is a lonely job. Even if a writer socializes regularly, when he gets down to the real business of his life, it is he and his typewriter or word processor. No one else is or can be involved in the matter.” My poem for today is about a writer’s need to name things. For Lisel Mueller, a German immigrant, fleeing Nazi Germany the English language was relatively new she chose to use very easy to understand the language a lot like her idol Carl Sandberg did to express herself in poetry. I believe she is still alive, I didn’t see any note otherwise https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/lisel-mueller. Things By Lisel Mueller We fitted our shoes with tongues and because we loved graceful profiles Even what was beyond us Lisel Mueller, “Things” from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 1996 by Lisel Mueller. Reprinted by permission of Louisiana State University Press. I find myself wanting to name things that surround me like my desk is my sanctuary whereas my garden once was. Now, my garden is my Zen space where I only rejuvenate. As we live, everything is named or has been appointed. We need the labels for they connect us. And we remember that we are not alone. It is up to us to change our perspective. |
Month: March 2017
Discovered an interesting poet from a good friend, I just had to share.
That Kiss
by Sharon Esther Lampert
Fortune teller that I AM,
My crystal ball sees ALL.
Clairvoyant, the man’s libido is flamBOYant.
I SEE: ANIMAL MAGNETISM.
Inside of THAT KISS will be bliss.
Taking chances with amorous glances,
He advances… Lips pouting-tongue tied:
THAT KISS: SmOOch; smOOch.
When he romances: his gait prances,
his penis lances, his generosity enhances.
VOODOO, or DOO-YOU want dinner, dear?”
His heart dances….
Magician that HE IS,
He has a loaded deck of cards,
And wants to be my bodyguard.
Enchantment: a bag of mesmerizing tricks,
An ACE up his sleeve, a KING or a JACK
Are inside of his top hat of black.
Sleight of hand, THAT KISS is grand.
WIZARDRY: Pressed into his bosom,
I am caught in his embraces, arms
Flailing, like a net above my head,
His pounding heart is beating red.
THAT KISS tells ALL or just enough
to keep me Interested in ALL of his stuff.
Lips full of feelings, THAT KISS,
Soft as rose petals, free of prickly thorns.
In the dark recesses of his mouth,
I find my way by the light in his eyes,
His smile is real, there is no disguise.
Even though we just met,
I am caught in the tangled web of
A hot-blooded, Israeli-Englishman:
“A Jack of All of Love’s Trades.”
A rare mixed-breed, a British accent,
Concealing a *Sabra, wherever he went.
Tricks of my own trade, I roll up my sleeve,
And I become a woman-in-need(?)
THAT KISS I can’t forget, and with no regret:
It is almost 4 a.m., and inside of my gypsy’s tent:
Sm(OO)ch, sm(OO)ch,
We are still one silhouette.
ANIMAL MAGNETISM:
Sm(OO)ch, sm(OO)ch,
Some call it v(OO)d(OO),
Most think it witchcraft,
Experts refer to it as “osculation.”
Others call THAT KISS Kabbalah;
A kind of Jewish mysticism:
Many are in need of exorcism.
I loved the imagery mentally and visually and the fun word choices that the author chose to bring her poem alive. Her witty sarcasm reminds of when I first began dating and all my jumbled emotions. I hope you enjoy her work too!
Just Lyn
A spunky girl
No one really understood
All the carry-on ordeal
Where she once lived
Being her was a full-time job
but now
Meet the new powerful monarch
her wings are
radiant
and
her hair
is blue.
lyncrain 