a ... lone

listen to the sounds when you are alone in your house. makes you think.

 

in my singular seclusion i have

heard the tick-tocks and buzzes and creaks of

an empty house where the windows are closed

and the drapes are drawn.  i have listened to

them, trying to find cadence or design

but failing. loneliness has no rhythm, no

reason, no rational pattern -- it is

unnatural, a helpless ache, a dull

pain of forever. it is closed windows

and drawn drapes,

dusty tables and chilled bedrooms.

it is tick-tocks and buzzes and creaks.

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I hear those sounds in my singular seclusions ...A great write...:)

[Rita L. Sev]

I remember my grandmother, many years ago, explaining to me that she lived alone, but was never lonely. I still do not believe that...
This piece illustrates the feeling of desolation with vivid visual and auditory images. Nicely penned.