He Stands Alone

Near Death

———————-

Shattered dreams and distant memories

enjoy a haunted backdrop down by the

marsh…

A damp field…

a stately swamp…

full of drip drippings,

and lost friendships…

Full of trickling sounds

And images floating just out of sight…

The flicker comes in focus…

and with desire comes hope…

And with hope comes strength…

And with strength comes solitude…

The solitude to

Stand alone in the mire…

rise up from the spirits

and ignore their clutching grasp…

Stretching with shining fingers

towards the darkening clouds…

Only to realize that gravity is not a friend

to the aged…

or to anyone really….

And sometimes the only comfort…

Can be a soft bit of ground…

Within some sleepy grass…

designed to cradle your fallen visage…

like a somnolent lover…

cuddling you softly

in a place…

Where even the lost and alone…

can come to feel whole..

again…

———————

David L. Whitman 08/17/2013 feeling rather tired

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12 thoughts on “He Stands Alone

  1. If tiredness brings out of you such great words you should feel tired more often. No one is alone there is always someone who stands above with helping, safe hand to give strenght to feel whole again.

  2. This one feels different to me, somehow. And this part was wonderful:

    and with desire comes hope…

    And with hope comes strength…

    And with strength comes solitude…

    The solitude to

    Stand alone in the mire…

    rise up from the spirits

    and ignore their clutching grasp…

    Desire-hope-strength-solitude-stand alone-rise up-ignore

    I wonder where the clutching grasp comes from.

    I wonder what fuels the birth of desire.

    I imagine that after solitude one could also choose to stand with another.

    Peace out ~ M

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