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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.
Alone & Company
at home awaiting death’s wrecking ball
cherished memories hover ghost-like
in friendly nooks
atop window sills
even snuggled deep
inside my pillow’s nocturne kingdom
one room abode
cigar box living
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
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
i stare at the ceiling again
full moon tonight
we’ll never turn our backs on neverland
you and me
Alone & Company
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|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|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|
|Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams
|"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|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Our sad old world truly needs a spark of hope today.|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|alone can be the only safe haven for some
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|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 -
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|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.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Some of our best thoughts, and poems, come when we are alone.