Me Only Me

Me Only Me

A Poem by Pete
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We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. - Thoreau

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it rained last night but there are no puddles in the asphalt dips - someone probably stole those too
trees have faces and bend their necks to get a better look at me through their elton john, pinball wizard eyeglasses
old ladies with their walkers are sprinting by like geriatric lightning
a split second is a whole eternity
i can literally see the grass growing
clouds roll out over the horizon like an airport moving walkway as they rush the stage at a horizon concert
the tide can't seem to make up it's mind
in
out
"to heck with it", i shout
seagulls are having a family feud
the geese are marking their territory with homemade breadcrumbs, dropping them everywhere in a fecal blitzkrieg
i wish someone would publish the rules in a staring contest
is it blink or wink
i want my head-banging music but i can't find my head
the king is dead
here on my favorite bench in the park down by the inlet
jailed in freedom
interrogatively sentenced to a life with no answers
surreal
sailing a straight course on an uneven keel
no big deal
where even the loneliness is lonely
me
only
me



© 2021 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"I have heard of a man lost in the woods and dying of famine and exhaustion at the foot of a tree, whose loneliness was relieved by the grotesque visions with which, owing to bodily weakness, his diseased imagination surrounded him, and which he believed to be real. So also, owing to bodily and mental health and strength, we may be continually cheered by a like but more normal and natural society, and come to know that we are never alone." - Thoreau

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Freedom. A tenderly poised word. Freedom to one is not so to another. We strive, the sensitive, artistic minded, to find solace in our own castle of self. Sometimes, even the sunset weeps I feel. Life seldom grants answers without some suffering, humbleness, sacrifice. Great poem Pete, your writing is wonderful philosophy and deeply reaching to many :)

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dearest ruth - we can be in a prison even though we are free. the older i get the more i realize th.. read more
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Freedom. A tenderly poised word. Freedom to one is not so to another. We strive, the sensitive, artistic minded, to find solace in our own castle of self. Sometimes, even the sunset weeps I feel. Life seldom grants answers without some suffering, humbleness, sacrifice. Great poem Pete, your writing is wonderful philosophy and deeply reaching to many :)

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dearest ruth - we can be in a prison even though we are free. the older i get the more i realize th.. read more
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I think we all fear not living. Of late, I feel more urgency to live than younger years. A sense of .. read more

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Pete
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