very good, and speaking to me about something I have been thinking about for some time – the strains of isolation on a person. I wrote about Cabin Fever, being isolated in the winter, I am really feeling alone since moving to the country away from friends, although I love our property (and wife) such a move can be lonely too

Nice write. You can be alone even when you are in a crowd, and you expressed this well in this piece. Well done

Very moving, Cafftee. I know how this feels!

good poem, i remembered a line from five people we meet in heaven by mitch albom, it says there, ‘the only time that is wasted, is the time we think we are alone,’ it’s not the exact line, but i guess, that’s the thought, just wanna share. =)

I like this, cafftee. You’ve created a work of great visuals, tension at odds with serenity; a dichotomy of loneliness vs. aloneness. Very well done.

i like this. loneliness can effect you no matter here you are at

I love this one

Nice work…thanks for sharing : )

I love this, the flow is excellent.

So moving, I love the flow of this. Eyes coled and breath held….

Your description of alone stands apart as an excellent description of isolation. Thank you for sharing. I feel chills just reading that.

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Breathtaking – the paring down of the language here really emphasises the stark loneliness you are writing about. Loved it.

Newly defined sense of alone-ness. Wondefully written. A delight to read.

great piece. i loved it

Nice – good word choices, very emotional.

You describe this well for you and me. I felt your words as if they were talking to me in a voice.

Very lovely poem. It reminds me of how sad loneliness can be.

This is inside my mind sometimes…. so alone. Sometimes it seems everything in my world slows down when there is pain.

Very good imagery. I like it.

I “felt” this Caftee.Well done,Bo.

The whole piece is really just perfect. You articulate the elements of time, wind, and self acknowledgement as our fate and true existence as somewhat of an unspeakable truth we never want to face. Being comfortably alone is an internal dialogue of freedom. Being lonely is sad and internally, self reflections of being damned to self pity. An uncontrollable or unbridled emotion of the human condition. Spiritual unions and sincere alliances I think can shatter this aspect of the human condition. Maybe it’s just meant to be this way. I’d like to think not. Your words are just so thought provoking. Awesome poetic stamp of yourself. Your literary voice is clearly defined and that does show consistency and style, both of which you wield from an endless inkwell of truth.

I love this poem. It gets to the heart of loneliness in a few seconds. But loneliness certainly isn’t all bad. It can produce some beautiful inspired work.

very well written,
a true description of isolation

Strange thing–loneliness! The welcomed/unwelcomed essense. Come! If it is an ascape from pain! Vanished! If it is a jail cell. Yet, it is the essense that most of us are born with and die with. Is the noise of society of the utmost importance
or absolute silence? Where is the underlying reality? What is the final innocence? I wish I knew the answers—because, I know loneliness all too well! Cool!