Thursday, November 09, 2006

thursday

the house is steeped
in darkness
and silence today.

i have no poem to share,
nothing to say...
no tale to tell,
no argument to hold sway.

instead there is rain
and quiet
and the feeling of
being alone
without
being lonely.

11 comments:

madd said...

love this and the thoughts of those kinds of day..no guilt to curling up with a comfortable book, soft blanket..cup of warmth...really need them from time to time

acumamakiki said...

amen sister.

Left-handed Trees... said...

You just described my recent Saturday...that feeling "of being alone without being lonely" is a gift...

Anonymous said...

I like your non-poem poem. I agree with Delia, that last line describes my Sundays.

la vie en rose said...

and this was enough...beautifully enough...

ecm said...

I really liked this...writing about how you don't have a poem to write. I liked the scene of the first stanza and then the what you don't haves of the second. Very nice.

Anonymous said...

Sometimes I am most lonely in a crowd...and always quite ok being alone. this has a pleasing lilt to it.

renovating this heart said...

what a GREAT and peaceful feeling to be alone without being lonely. Hope you enjoy.

Anonymous said...

You write the coziest posts. I just want to fly home and hug you.

Deb R said...

I love the "alone without being lonely" feeling. Quietly beautiful post, gkgirl!

Jessie said...

yum...what a perfectly wonderful kind of day! perhaps the best kind.