For today’s prompt, write an alone poem. Some people covet “alone time.” Others prefer not to be left alone. Many like a certain balance. But this doesn’t have to just be about people. Maybe a forest wishes to be left alone, or there is a product left alone on a store shelf (how the children’s story “Corduroy” begins).
what all these poems have been about it seems. ...
Alone Poem
Sometimes it as if there is no such thing
because there is always this person there
It is spectacular how much time
I have spent alone
I still am learning to believe that sounds I make
with this mouth
can be heard
can carry meaning
And I mean that.
I come to you
Out of such remoteness as you would never believe
The sounds I make
are like shells knocking over one another
in the white, tumbling surf - that clack of need or
nothing but
life happening
or like the space between a window and
its ledge - a distance that matters
or like where an animal's breath
becomes more forest
than animal and I
have spent so much time alone
only when you are alone
do you have any chance of knowing me
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