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Lonely Song

The lonely list to a wayward song,
rocking still as it drones on,
its croon sway-swooning mid-cry, mid-moan,
a scaling slide from wane to bone.

Some break this with a wheedling song,
it pleads, don’t leave me here alone,
it sighs and groans but betrays their case,
importunate need scaring off all grace.

The learnéd lonely let go at last,
hold solitude locked close and fast,
shrink when passers-by come near
(turn up the TV not to hear.)

But some stay always neophytes,
unskilled at solipsistic rites.
These lost somehow can’t learn by heart
the lyrics that make lonesomeness an art.

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Here’s a poem, belatedly, for dVerse Poets Pub Hundredth Open Link Night. One is never lonely at the pub! Check it out and congrats to Brian Miller and Claudia Schoenfeld who are the masterminds of the site.

Also, sorry the above photo is so melodramatic! I took a few of these pics, and was a bit rushed in choosing.

Final apology – I don’t think learned has an accent, but did want to emphasize the -ed.

Final final apology – am uploading from a mobile device. The pic may not show completely on an older browser. Just click on it, if you want to see full pic. Thanks!