I have always enjoyed creative writing and as part of that, poetry. I have read good poets before, and therefore know that I am not one of them! Similar to my karaoke singing - I do it because I enjoy the experience, not because anyone else does :)
I have recently been looking at figures of solitude and likening them to the experience of growing old, as witnessed by volunteering in Hospice. My most recent examples are the scarecrow sitting alone in the field where his lifelong enemies have now become a welcomed visitor, and the snowman who's life starts out full of happiness and joy with lots of activity and ends with his being alone as he succumbs to the elements that are breaking down his body.
Perhaps you have one to share as well?
The Snowman
I hoped that you'd stop by today, as a visit would be nice
I've been stuck here in one place, trapped by walls of ice
I can't do much on my own now, so on others I must rely
for simple tasks, or just to chat - or a shoulder and a cry
The days they pass so slowly, though some seem not to end
alone here on my own now awaiting on a friend
as each day repeats the sorrow, and each day brings with it pain
I still long for a tomorrow to see what I might gain
And now that you are here today I've forgotten what to say
my mind's not quite as sharp as it was back in the day
but to see your face, to hear your voice, paints a blissful smile
my heart fills with love and joy I've not felt for quite a while
When life begins to melt away and I feel a bit downtrodden
It's nice to visit with a friend to know I'm not forgotten.
B Tramposh
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