I lay under the midnight stars
And dream of a life I have never known.
I am not sleeping, nor awake
As the coyotes howl in the distance.
Their haunting cry echoes the pain in my heart.
Because I chose the path of loneliness.
They are summoning, perhaps,
Another lone heart to share in their sorrow.
But their union is not a ceremony of mourning.
It is a celebration of mutual and subtle joy.
They have found comfort in each other.
Yet I chose the path of loneliness.
As the two are remembering together
The shadows of their lives are forgotten forever.
The howling dies.
In the silence of the late summer night, another suffering can be heard.
The sound of a human heart breaking.
Because I chose the path of loneliness.
In reality, the sound is but a memory,
It’s shrill tone heard only by me.
Once I loved.
Still I lie beneath the frozen stars
And dream of a life that could have been.
A life of meaning, a life of hope,
A life of knowing who I am.
Not motivated by these. I posted my own about the noon hour, itself. Best of luck, everyone! 😊
Changed my mind – I chose the boat one.
(Responding to image 3)
THE PATH OF LONELINESS
I lay under the midnight stars
And dream of a life I have never known.
I am not sleeping, nor awake
As the coyotes howl in the distance.
Their haunting cry echoes the pain in my heart.
Because I chose the path of loneliness.
They are summoning, perhaps,
Another lone heart to share in their sorrow.
But their union is not a ceremony of mourning.
It is a celebration of mutual and subtle joy.
They have found comfort in each other.
Yet I chose the path of loneliness.
As the two are remembering together
The shadows of their lives are forgotten forever.
The howling dies.
In the silence of the late summer night, another suffering can be heard.
The sound of a human heart breaking.
Because I chose the path of loneliness.
In reality, the sound is but a memory,
It’s shrill tone heard only by me.
Once I loved.
Still I lie beneath the frozen stars
And dream of a life that could have been.
A life of meaning, a life of hope,
A life of knowing who I am.
But I chose the path of loneliness.
Inspired by two of the above images. Successfully posted my fourth poem. All the best, everyone!
This one took a little longer. I chose to use the image of the boat.
https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/moorage/
The best gift
I lost all that was mine
Because of a wrong word of mine.
I never knew my words
Had such power victorious.
But it was to be the song of unity
Which ultimately turned into mourn pity.
I wanted to come out of this depression
That has caused my life into recession.
Amidst them my friend presented
This floral bouquet divine.
Made me to clinch to its aroma winsome
And be shaded in the hue sublime.