the ebb and flow of loneliness
keep me wet with tears
then dry with neglect
as I ponder the simple meaning
of my existence
of what matters
and most assuredly
why I am here
by myself
Words are strange; sometimes I cannot see the words, I can only see the image, the tilt of the head, the way your hair rests gently on the bend of your arm, the longing in your eyes, and I wonder, what taste has loneliness . . . Wonderful.
P.S. Nothing wrong with the words here, mind you, but I can just never seem to get past the image (I'll keep trying) . . .
beautiful .. beautiful judy . ..
i love how you have created such a wonderfully emotive photograph .. i felt the poem even before i read the words .
you are so talented .. :)
Deeply emotive. There's a fitting touch of blue tone to the image. I think that we can all relate to moments like this at some times throughout our lives. Really nice work, Judy.
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