Isolation and desolation come to mind. Nothing worse than desolation of spirit, a feeling of abandonment by God. Yet it is on our part that the desolation is activated. We turn from God not the other way round. Social isolation is a frustrating experience, especially in another land from home.
Evocative poem, Anita, and somewhat...
He followed thru the clouds and mist
To form a bond......and coexist
You've got me drooling, here, Anita. There's such a soulfulness in this "mournful" write which inspires pity and fascination in equal measures. This one could run and run... into the infinite lonely black hole where another AA is formed: Aloners Anonymous - thus to be disbanded as soon as it is started! Hope he and Mme F hit it off alright! Tantalising and excellently crafted write, thankyou. KB
Hovering in the Otherworld above a dystopian land called the Dregs is a place where humans, dwarves, and all the creatures of fae gather once a year to wager fortunes and celebrate the spirit of competition. The place is called Sky Island, for the dr
Evocative poem, Anita, and somewhat...
He followed thru the clouds and mist
To form a bond......and coexist
Fletcher B
excellent!
I love this piece...
Most amazing, mystical write!
Love, Sheila
"ghosts," but I certainly do believe in quality poetry...and
this is some of it.
Love Tinka
~Chrissie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn the texas tornado. :D
excellent verse, haunting images--a grand beginning!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)