Tag Archive | loneliness

119. Nightfall beckons

Let not the night mourn in despair

As darkness snuffs out the flame

Of yellow ochre stains that streak

Quite noiselessly

Across turquoise painted skies.

Let not the silence hold her breath

As wispy clouds circle a silver moon.

Howling dogs call out our names

Quite faithfully

And so our wild hearts sigh.

Let not the inky blackness swallow me whole

For the night is dark, darker than it was yesterday.

The stars are hidden, far away from all light.

I strain my eyes to make out my path.

©Brindology 2017

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114. Blanket for dreaming

Weave me a blanket,
Heavy and thick,
And lay it over me as I sleep;
Let it protect my dreams from the burden of loss.

A bell tolls far away in the darkened distance.

I keep my eyes shut,
And refuse to surrender to the shattering of hope.

Somewhere, someone’s heart is breaking.

©Brindology 2016

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81. Going far away from here

I could be a bird
Yes, me.

I could fly away
Just free.

Fly over lands
Deep blue sea.

Fly far away
Being me.


Standing at this juncture
Let the past die.

Ask no questions
Needn’t know why.

I’ll forget the hurt
Leave it all behind.

And if I do fall
I’d get up and try.


I could be a bird
Yes, me.

I could fly away
Just free.

Fly over lands
Deep blue sea.

Fly far away
Being me.

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Crossing

62. Empty table for 6

For what defines a family if the family bleeds with cracks unseen?
By those who know not the deeper sense of belonging,
Oh what does it mean?

What does it mean to belong to no one
even though we are more than one?
What will it take for you to see what you’ve done to me?

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
Original image by Joanne Garnell

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61. Bird

i am a bird
trapped in my cage
my wings clipped
my feathers torn off

i look out
past the rusty bars
and see a world
that doesn’t remember me

my face has grown old
my features are no longer the same
my voice is weak
my spirit has flown on from here

i am a mere afterthought
something that sits in the corner
something you once loved
but no longer need

this cage never opens
this is my only home
darkness runs rings around my eyes
there are no more tears to shed

©Brindology 2016

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27. Buses

Buses oh buses!
Those things on wheels.
Riding in them
Gives me quite a thrill!

I sit at the window
Looking out,
At cars, bikes and buses
Just bustling about.

Where are they going?
Too busy they seem
To notice my eyes
Staring out of my dreams

Can’t wait for my journey
To happen today
I have my fare ready
And I’m on my way!

Buses oh buses!
Those things on wheels.
Riding in them
Gives me quite a thrill!

©Brindology 2004

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