by J. G. Pajot
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I am growing lonely, yet I like my solitude. There is a strange feeling of not belonging that pervades my being these days...
I sometimes sit and listen to the birds,
Whose voices speak ancient secrets in their tone.
I cannot say I understand their words,
But they leave me feeling less alone.
I sometimes listen to the call of the evening frogs,
Whose voices have a very old refrain.
And as they sit down in their humble bogs,
Their words work on my tired, aging brain.
I have loved, and still do,
Yet there is such emptiness that lies within,
That I am not sure who is who,
Or even where within this to begin.
I am fading,
A shadow shifting as the light sails past,
I am jading,
As I never to see love that last.
I would give my all to such a very few,
Who are the few beloved in my life,
And for them no holds barred for what I'd do,
To help to ease their worldly daily strife.
But, yet I am fading,
Like a flickering candle in the night,
I am wading,
In the waters so very far from sight.
Give me strength of soul,
For mine is growing weary,
Give me some directive goal,
For all mine have gone bleary.
So I am fading...
A shadow on the wall,
What the future holds at all....
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|Reviewed by Staci Gansky-Wagner
|ahh we are never really alone. :)|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Excellent offering James!!
|Reviewed by steve Chering
|It is good to be alone. And It is not good to be alone! both work, only in...equal measure. The only trouble is..how to measure.
more practice needed in both areas?
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|a timeless beauty of a write, james. so much to ponder here.
and yes, i know the feeling...
peace and blessings,
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Wonderful writing,enjoyed dear man...Hugs|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Sometimes as this feeling touches us that is when the beginning begins and what makes it even more interesting is we are not even aware that it has begun .......but we write and therefore we move :-)
Enjoyed this :-)
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I believe that you express a theme to which many will be able to relate, James. Your words give me pause for reflection; they touch my soul. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,