Snow and other watery isolations.....Poetry

I cannot see across the meadow
nor through the mine fields of love
Yet neither do I know my feet from
the earth nor touch the sky above

Isolation is self imposed I'm certain
loneliness a trial like suicide
Yet here I am alone again
there is no place to hide

I await the woman who would know me
at least the trying kind
She continues though to torture
the limits of my mind

Now I know or at least
I've learned
In spite of all this loneliness
all of truths in turn

We are nothing if not simply
born of pride
In truth
ego and man kind
have just no place to hide










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old albion 2 years ago from Lancashire. England.

Hi Ed. I find this poem a delight. As one who likes my own company, it hits the spot.

Graham.


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

I love this poem. It is such a longing for love. I write a lot of poetry about love, lost love, wishing, longing -- for some reason, those poems just seem to write themselves. Sad yet beautiful. Very nice, Ed.


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BlossomSB 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

We do long for a lasting love and yet we isolate ourselves. A lovely expression of the contrasting emotions that are part of ourselves.


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tdalexander 2 years ago

Lovely!


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Eiddwen 2 years ago from Wales

A great poem Ed and voted up.

Here's wishing you a great day.

Eddy.

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