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Being reduced to inner-city welfare, or living in a mud hut in Sudan, such austere existence knows well its boundless friend, hope.
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Alone & Company
at home awaiting death’s wrecking ball
cherished memories hover ghost-like
in friendly nooks
atop window sills
shelves
cupboards
even snuggled deep
inside my pillow’s nocturne kingdom
one room abode
cigar box living
claims company
my aloneness buddy sounding off
while I holding my gaze
upon the ceiling
retort with the awe of envisaged stars
dreams stay willing I proclaim
incessancy waits for visitors
even as our alone partnership stands face to face
in the darkness of thresholds
never crossed
with a sigh
we nod together
smile at each other
for we know there’s always something to share
something to love
something to imagine
mmm…
i stare at the ceiling again
full moon tonight
we’ll never turn our backs on neverland
will we?
you and me
Alone & Company
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| Reviewed by Diana Legun |
8/21/2012 |
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| This me and my shadow write is no sympathy dance, to me. It contains the austerity to which you refer in the introduction (especially the opening line: "At home awaiting death's wrecking ball"), but also holds such profound familiarity that it sings. There are enough installments of comfort to have me feel that way; the six lines beginning with "with a sigh" and the title itself "Alone & Company" instead of "Alone and Alone". See? ~~ Diana |
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| Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams |
8/21/2012 |
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| "death's wrecking ball" "my pillows nocturnal kingdom" "never turn our backs on neverland" wonderful phrases that help set the mood along with many well chosen words beginning with Alone and Company. I agree that take away the kids and pirates and Neverland is a very alone place indeed, and needs to be cherished and taken care of as any child should be. I often find my own thoughts in "friendly nooks". I like this poem, Odin. Be well, Kathy |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
8/21/2012 |
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| Our sad old world truly needs a spark of hope today. |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
8/20/2012 |
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alone can be the only safe haven for some
budd |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
8/20/2012 |
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I believe I actually inhabit aloneness in the ways that you describe here, Odin. It's not my outward circumstance that defines wealth/poverty, happy/sad, but the condition of my present mental processes turning cog-like the wheels of my emotions. Like Jerry, I can relate to this and find myself within it. Neverland is the Always of my existance and populated by one. We are our own kingdom and country. Love the self-reflexive resonance and completeness in this piece.
By the way, I have been thinking of you in terms of wondering whether you would enjoy this poet, if you haven't already discovered her: Jennifer Militello. Her book, A Flinch of Song (Tupelo, 2009), I have read extracts of at the links below and really love what I've seen -
http://suddenprose.blogspot.co.uk/
http://carrieetter.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/jennifer-militellos-flinch-of-song.html
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
8/20/2012 |
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| I relate, Odin, big time. Even so, I'm probably happier now than I have ever been. That sounds sad, but I don't consider it to be. I'm taking happy where I find it. |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
8/20/2012 |
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Some of our best thoughts, and poems, come when we are alone.
Ron |
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