S. R. Lavin

Outermost, A Man Alone

I am, outermost, a man. Here
the subtle choreography
of solitude
on a lonely stretch of sand,
a coastline, forbidding cloud-cover,
flashes of electrical brilliance,
and southward, the sea.

To live without love
is not to live.

Omnipotent and overwhelmed,
the truth in each utterance,
each breath, each heartbeat.

The days of loving you
with quiet poise.
I cannot say

We live as delicate
cameos fashioned from shell,
portraitures of beauty,
mirrors of our flesh.

Someday came and went.

I am making progress.
I am forging ahead.

I am headed home.
Strange to say it
I have no home
separate from
these words.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 7, 2005

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  • Diana Newsome (12/7/2005 4:33:00 PM)

    Words beautiful soft, languid words...sinking upon heart 'a lonely stretch' forboding though we still walk them. Bravo!

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