Practicing Loneliness - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

it is the i in we
that has attached like epoxy,
indistinguishable like
pinch of salt to water

sugar to milk and
xanor to beer

tonight i will be alone
sitting on a chair facing the outline of the hills
light fading out
until what i see is only the flickering stars
above a sea of darkness

i will feel the chill of the cold night
a silk of mist hovering over my skin

it is the i, away from you and the we dissolving finally
decanting the i,
purifying the i in me

soon, i must learn this trick
of being one with me

in the darkness, in the cold,
i keep myself warm.

Comments about Practicing Loneliness by RIC S. BASTASA

  • (2/4/2010 8:08:00 AM)

    i like the title very much, (Report) Reply

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  • (2/4/2010 6:53:00 AM)

    Nice practice huh! Anyways, you are right, it is the I in that word we that must practice warming itself in the cold, when the we starts to dissolve and the I is left alone. Hehe… very emotional… (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

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