Loneliness

 

 

waiting wagon

Single and alone

Some call him

a rolling stone

 

doesn’t know why

the wind blows

but loves the sound

of chimes

as he watches the stars

and the evening moon

 

wonders about his death

someday

wonders if it will be on

a lonely Monday

and wants to be

carried on a long cart

back home

 

 

One Thought

One thought dripped down reluctantly,

into the vast and lonely

sea of forgotten thoughts.

As it sank into oblivion

and fused with notions unconfined,

it believed it would be accepted at last,

but it was not.

It succumbed along with deep thinking,

proposed in silence, stillness and solidarity.

Philosophies never noted nor known

by great thinkers.

One thought that could have been

a contender, comprehended by the

masses of non thinkers,

with open hearts

to a lonely thought of peace.

 

Listen to my recording

 

-Melba Christie 2015

One Thought