DÉJÃ VÜ (loneliness)

Free Verse (raw and imperfect)

~ DÉJÃ VÜ ~

~ fate often returns us to loneliness ~

It seems as though

I've been here before

but

I know I haven't

It's just my mind that's old

and

I am here and now and alive

Waiting for someone new

who

can dust away the cobwebs of time

who

can light the cold silver lamp of infinity

to hot quick embraces

My soul is like ribbons in the wind

to catch an unknown eye

and

adorn someone's deserving desires

The corner where I stand

is dark and cold

but

the room is within my view

and

I can be passed by discreetly

No one knows my solitude

for

it is completely mine alone

but

I'm reminded constantly

of it's disadvantages

by

the world around me!

Tell it now

And tell it well,

Of the man who lives

In a constant hell

Where

there is no escape

to

anyone anywhere anytime

for

lack of heart

I hold no grudge now

for things that were then

I knew from the past

it was soon to end

I felt like I'd been there before

but

I'm still breathing

and

I have all my fingers and all my toes

My conscience is

a slight bit colder now than before

still

I believe in someone somewhere

with a new one in their hand

to

attach tightly to my being

Thanks for my corner

the world was mine

and

slid through me

I am no longer surrounded

by a rose shimmer

only merciless gray

with

no entertainment

of

LIFE

Sometimes it seems as though

happiness never came my way enough

Too busy with other people

... I guess ...

I know my thoughts are

as thin as the air

and

my life only

as shallow as my mind

but

I do feel this way

and

if only for the moment …

I now “know”

I've been here before!

Author's Note

Illustration from Pinterest.

Honest, constructive, and well-meant critique is always welcome! : )

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Hmmmm- returning to the turning of time entertained with the thoughts and truths transcending all levels to reach the here and now- what we feel when the space is wide and there’s nowhere to hide only in the shadows of your mind reminding you of your thoughts and choices - you alone have brought- words of wonder and great significance to life as it controls the many if the few-🌹

[Richard🖌]

Dear Lady-Poet,
How wonderfully I enjoy the deeply spiritual beauty or your reviews, from the very essences of your conscious mind, heart, and soul as they smoothly delve-in to touch my core.

Another brilliant interlude in meaning shared with you … thank you ever-so sincerely, Kelly ⁓ Richard

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure always🌹

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow this is sublime unique way to present the solitary feel of solitude. So poetic and appealing. ESP admired the cobweb in metaphor line but honestly the entire poem is just too awesome. Kudos I must say.


I'm quite a newbie here, Pleez do review, write your thoughts under my newest poem too. I like interactives and am used to exchange of comments.

[Richard🖌]

Welcome to my pages, Dear Zaynab!
How lovely to find you've come to visit me and left such an encouraging gift of praise and appreciation on one of my humble little pieces.

The feel of your touch gratifies my earnest effort to compose and share for my readers' pleasure and satisfaction … a big hug of thanks for letting me know we've touched in such a lovely way! ⁓ Richard : )

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

U most welcome.

[Madeira]

Within the grey cells of your brain are also the grey cold thoughts of regret for a life passed, an elegy of a life lived with some regret

[Richard🖌]

Ah, Madeira!
How succinctly you grasp the essence of such inferences in this piece that whisper softly out to someone who truly can.

Bless you for your gentle, knowing touch! ⁓ Richard

[Susan 🦋]

Ok, I've been avoiding this piece...but here I go. Maybe it's just that this poem feels so real, to the point it brings out such a sadness in me. Maybe it's that I can relate..idk. How many times a person can be completely surrounded by otheres...and yet so lonely or misunderstood. That life is just passing by..moment by moment and that true contentment and happiness is a fleeting mystery...caught only by the lucky few. And of course, regret. The memories we wish could be different. Only know, turn to an ache that never goes away..our jouneys continue, we keep an open heart and try the best we can...but it sure seems at times..life repeats itself or maybe its us. We sink back to what we know. ughhhhhhhh Richard!..to much to ponder! especially since I know...poetry like this comes from within. That, dear friend has me in tears. (don't worry, you know im always in tears when i read your work) emotions are just too strong to contain.

[Richard🖌]

Susan Dear,
You always read and review my humble pieces with deep thought and great introspection, finding and feeling aspects of life, love, and emotion hidden in-between the words and lines many might miss.
We seem to connect on some ethereal level few do, and this is one reason I am always interested in that which you have to say about my poetry.

Thank you so very much for reading and understanding so well …big, warm, grateful hugs to thee! ⁓ Richard

[Cherrie Palmer]

Great image of fate, I enjoyed this trip of solitude and lone reflection and really enjoyed the fresh approach.

[Richard🖌]

Thank you ever-so warmly and gratefully, Dear Cherrie.
I am so very happy your read this one.

Hugs to you! ⁓ Richard : )

[CD Campbell]

I think your use of imagery and vocabulary is beyond compare on this work. I can see that your experimenting and that is what keeps us from stagnation. I like how one thought rolls on to the next in a continuation that grabs your attention and doesn't let go. I think the only thing that bothers me on this work is how it was written with the use of short lines. I am so use to reading a much longer line length and was thrown for a while. It could be a hindrance if someone didn't have the foresight to push through. You know that I respect the hell out of you Richard, so keep on rocking. CD

[Richard🖌]

Thank you most gratefully, CD.
Your words of praise and appreciation more than gratify my hopeful humble efforts to write for and share my humble renderings with my knowing poetess and poet peers.
Of course, the style this piece is composed in is meant to keep the reader's mind from dwelling on any particular part, to keep one moving, gaining momentum until they reach the finale … I may have overdone this, and from your thoughtful critique I shall revisit some of the shorter lines to see what can be done to help it all flow more seamlessly.

Thanks a million for the read and your generously caring help, My friend! ⁓ Richard : )

[Richard🖌]

CD,
I tightened and loosened here some and there.
Let me know if you think it reads any better now, okay?

[CD Campbell]

You know I don't like to get in the way of any man or woman's vision, but i think that the small tweaks you have made have improved the readability for me drastically. I know someone will read this review and consider me a crackpot, but oh well. What do you think? Do you feel the changes you have made improved upon what you were trying to accomplish? I think it made it airtight.

[Richard🖌]

CD, if you're a crackpot, then, I'm a huge crackpot fan … LOL!
Unlike some, I do not write solely for myself, but, also, for other's to enjoy, feel, and experience something meaningful and worthwhile for themselves, and, of course, to receive encouraging pat's on the head rewards and critique that will help me improve my skills. For what other sensible reasons would I post my work on a worldwide venue?
Yes, I do think you've helped me improve on this piece, and I humbly and gratefully thank you for it.

Bless you for blessing me, MY Friend! ⁓ RJ : )

[CD Campbell]

You're very welcome. I think poetry is art and should be a labor of love instead of medium to vomit emotions. Feel free to pick my work apart anytime. I would appreciate it. CD

[Richard🖌]

Well, CD,
As a teacher of poetry, when there is something I think I can offer to help a poetess or poet, I'll do my best for them, if I feel they'll appreciate and use it, and many don't … LOL!

You might enjoy my poem, "The REVIEW".
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/RichardJ/1586806/

[CD Campbell]

I'll check it out.

[Richard🖌]

Thanks! : )

[Kelly Scheppers]

What a surprise to find you writing free verse! Such a fragility here, a very thin thread you've walked upon with ease and ovation.

[Richard🖌]

I have around 25 Free Verse works posted onsite, Kelly.
Yes, "fragility" is an apt word for this piece … tho', I'm not so sure of the ease, and I guess any ovation would be up to you and others … LOL!

Thank you ever-so warmly and sincerely for reading this rather strung-out composition, M'Dear … hugs! ⁓ Richard : )

[lightsong]

The absolute brilliance of this piece (which of course from You I don't ever expect less) is in every tiny little thing, the font is like a stitching scratch over one's mind, the colour like someone is lost, confused, coming and fading coming and fading... those two elements brought the harshness and softness all together, like the wave, taking us with ease sometimes or difficulty at others, and what's more completely perfect than this atmosphere to match Your theme?! the flow, the words, the shape all felt to me like a clock, ticking and ticking, tick after another, like time is ending... then going round and round, the real magnificence is how at the end You let me feel that even it's a clock, time going on and on... but it's all too, but a glimpse. a moment.

to be loved, and to give love is the secret of our existence, and when I say "Love", I mean it in its endless meanings and boundaries.

I know no other one, who is able to bring the deepest human's emotions so clearly, so vibrantly, so effectively, powerfully, so smooooothly, that's Your secret, soooo easily smooooothly! and that's how it must be delivered, whatever the subject is, how painful or confusing it might be, the words ring like crystals, I told You before, it just reflect the clarity that lives inside You, that You live within Your inner, and in Your real life.

an absolute greatness.

[Richard🖌]

Dear GH,
No one, and I mean "no one" blesses my poetry as deeply, sincerely, and more highly than You do.
If there were but one reader I could write for I know would be pleased, I cannot imagine it being anyone more deserving than You.
The degree of your praise and understanding is such that no doubt is left that you've not only read, but have felt the nuances and intent of my words … even my efforts to pease through design, color, font and illustration choices are not lost to your keen eye.
Then, your wise, often deeply intrinsic, metaphorical commentary composes a heart-touching poem in their own right, equal to or eclipsing my own humble efforts … how I love your reviews*

Bless you, Our Dear Syrian Poetess, for that which you gift, not only to me, but to all fortunate enough to know you … with my warmest hug of grateful thanks! ⁓ Richard 🤗

[lightsong]

I think I'm better in reviewing than writing poetry itself lol

Your comment "whom" eclipses it all, it's alive like the Sun, I read it few times and it still sweep through me with its sincere power.

Thank You? a hug vast as the major sky of "thanks".

[marilyn 1225]

sad sad poem i can relate to these words as well... lonliness and time can often destroy the soul

[Richard🖌]

Thank you, Lady Marilyn,
For reading this sad little piece for me and leaving your thoughtful words … life, hard on us as it can be, makes us stronger.

Warmest hugs 'n brightest blessings! ⁓ Richard

[emmajoy]

' am no longer surrounded - by a rose shimmer - only merciless gray - with no entertainment - of LIFE - Sometimes it - seems .. '

Your words drip, drip, drip down the screen in a sad, slow cascade .. a might-be farewell rather than 'deja vu' - for me - what you believe you felt and saw was/is merely illusion Especially when - from that illusion, you can create such a beautiful retrospection of what you've not and never will lose.. but, at times, merely mislay. For silly me, if one is aware of sadness, the smiles must also be there, sleeping .. somewhere. Plus, when you write so clearly, '... Thanks for my corner - the world was mine - and slid through me ..' it did, it did, and its shadows are still very disticnt. Deju vu is but a glance not a focus Perhaps?

[Richard🖌]

As you well know, emmajoy,
Some things we never forget and are drawn back into them time and again, despite that we may erroneously believe we're over them, have left them behind for good, put them all in the abstract … until, sadly!
An ever-recurring Deja Vu that haunts, taunts, and tortures peace-of-mind, like living death, itself.
Odd, how when smiling, one is seldom aware of its relative counterpart, sadness, until something brings it back again … a deja vu and all it entails, as I've rendered.

Thank you sincerely, emmajoy, for sharing You and your insightful take on this piece.
Blessings! ⁓ Richard

[Richard🖌]

Perhaps(?).

[emmajoy]

Perhaps? because when a reviewer reviews, he or she surmises, creates, types what he or she believes the words are about.. thus.. Perhaps?

I too have deju vu memories.. too many at times but somehow am fortunate enough to know that cold regret can kill a budding rose. Perhaps? x

[Richard🖌]

I was agreeing with your "Perhaps?".

[emmajoy]

So sorry, am somewhat stupid at times!

[Richard🖌]

I've never known you to be the slightest bit close to stupid.