We Walk Alone...Sometimes

incandescent circling     this is life,

as we paint the sky like fluorescing insects

connecting the dots of constellations

 

buzzing     ever closer to a muted moon,

where our wax wings remain rigid     despite

their cynically crude construction

 

because living is sometimes knowing

the dull lull of isolation     it is trusting

our blindness (hysterical or not)     and

 

continuing to speak, even when

no one is listening     writing even when

our words are no longer being read

Reviews

[David Scott]

Holy cowbirds Batman! Girl Friday wrote a poem about me! She must be more sneaky than the Penguin and not at all a Joker with her poetry. We need to find out how she can write our hearts deepest ponderings. Maybe she has a bat psychic recording device!
I don't think the bat cave is secure any longer...
Same time next week...
I wonder if the readers will find us before it is too late?

(ok... Long day. Gotta give me a break. Ha.)
Loved the poem! Hit home. Really. I was deflecting do I didn't cry like a girl... ;)

[Kleio13]

Honey, you are truly an artist and your words never fail to be spoken

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

As are you...thank you so much!

[Nazifa Noor]

AWESOME....

It is a very very deep poem. I am happy to know that my first ever try to read a poem was a success! LOL

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much! I'm humbled!

[J. J. Nightingale]

Sorry, I only understand a few words here...

I tried ... :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I don't blame you :) It's basically taking the idea of moths to flame...the incessant circling, flying toward certain death without fear, and translating that to the idea of life. Even when we think we are alone, isolated, we must continue to speak, continue to write, and hope that our voices are being heard. Anyway...that's it. I appreciate you trying! :)

[J. J. Nightingale]

Wow .. Thank you Sarah ... :)

[Ed Hart]

'yes yes', i was thinking, 'living is sometimes knowing', and so happy in the thought, and then i fell off the cliff into the next line with 'the dull lull of isolation' which has no bottom, but then, but then i was pulled out with 'it is trusting our blindness, though i stumbled a little at 'hysterical' hating to admit i have hurled those stones...o me, o my, you do take a guy for a ride, which is i think what a good poem should to...hi Sarah

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I tend to get a little overly "hysterical" at times...haha Thank you so much, Ed!

[Ed Hart]

'hysterical' is worse for us than greasy food

[emmajoy]

Your choice of words and phrases are surely a very strong part of the real you, more as the emotional woman than the tactitian. There's a distinct feeling of self, not in a selfish or arrogant manner, but in your awareness of life and what it holds, what you've made and are making of it.

'.. it is trusting ~ our blindness (hysterical or not) and ~ continuing to speak, even when ~ no one is listening writing .. '

Surely we each have a right to opinion and worth, whatever their quality; it's a God-given right, part of living life? In my book, here you express self as a justifiably true entity and, superbly well.

[kublakhan27]

The closer we get to Winter, the more frequently I find myself looking up at the stars...I have to say I would never think of Dedalus and Icarus though haha There's a sly bit of irony (maybe more than sly) in associating them not with the sun but the moon, which is cold enough to keep their wings rigid...I loved the dull lull of isolation as well...I can't explain it, but phonetically it just sounds like isolation...may the incandescent circle be unbroken...

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You know me and my mythology...I like to mix things up :) Thank you for reading this one, my friend!

[Antonio Valentino]

i love people, in theory

but i also appreicate solitude

sometimes just knowing, that we, are listening

can be enough


my eyes have become a fan of your words
:)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

My gratitude is immense...thank you!

[Antonio Valentino]

as is my admiration..

youre very welcome

[Tom]

Sometimes when the dots are all joined the resultant picture may not be the master-piece as planned!

Though this poem is a metaphorical master-piece, glad to see your quill is working well Friday!

[Pryde Foltz]

Your words are well-read, my friend. But yes, art is best when it is written from a place love and truth.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Pryde. :)