A somber moment
A ticking of clock
A singing bird
A passing car grinding the bitumen
A moment of silence
Patients fills the air
Waiting for more wheels to grind the quiet
Perhaps another songbird
Perhaps the November wind creaking the unoiled gate,
resting like a stretched sail on a still sea,
begging to be stroked by a summer breeze.
A sombre moment amplifies the theatre of the mind
Opening flood gates to release a hundred thoughts
Unable to Focus on one
A beckoning keyboard Promising a world of possibilities
Of like minded finds
Pan handling for a reply
A voice in the digital wilderness
A keyboard stroke to relieve the loneliness
Settling for a like
A sign of the times.
beautiful poem do kindly read my poem WHEN IN LONELINESS THINK OF ME I have a young poet swimmer friend in Sydney Josh is he do u know him
Thank you for your kind words. I did indeed read your " When in Loneliness Think of Me." and left a comment. I don't know anyone named Josh but Sydney is a big city (Population 5 million) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Plenty of telling hearing images accentuate the feeling of loneliness. Very skilled. 'A beckoning keyboard'- it would be hard to resist playing this tremendous instrument.
Thank you for your kind synopsis Michael, always great to my poem created the desired result in the mind of the reader.