alone is
often the part
women deal with sufficiently
the knowing of silence
its lack of voice

See there? in those short stabbing lines you wrapped every up all women in a common blanket.(that's called sisterhood) I have been married for 22yrs. and I am the loneliest person I know. I let my kids and husband kill every bit of passion for art and writing for 2 yrs. I was even cutting myself to release the indescribable isolation I felt. I have a new muse now and he tells me I don't need a pat on the back or a thumbs up from anyone but me, when I understood it for what it was the bulk of the loneliness dissipated. I am like you, I think my writing my sucks, so much so that when I was checking my old sent mail to get you a copy of the note I send editors/publishers my work I realized I was published again in January 2010 and they sent the magazine it was published in but because I didn't get paid for it my husband just trashed it. I never got to see it. I refuse to let lonely run me any more, I still have sadness and cry everyday, every single day, but I am back to writing again so reach for your dreams CC and never quit no matter how many rejections come because one day you will have made it so take care it doesn't get thrown away.

beautiful poem as always, I am so very glad I met you here. I am dedicating Michael Jackson's song "You Are Not Alone" to you from me. listen to it.

Kim
(V)

I have submitted a poem not nearly as well written as this one but in a similar vein. Just wanted to let you know that hey, sometimes guys can feel thwarted too.

I like everything about this poem.

Since the memory of Scarlet shaking her fist to the sky with "I swear I'll never go hungry again",
my poetry often bears reference to fists and open hands (which is surrendering/allowing).

"so I make peace the only way I know how,
pound my offending fists to the earth". one of my own favourite lines from a 3 part lengthy poem
when I wrote longer poems.

perhaps you might consider search for a new home rather than searching ?

~A

Your title is excellent, it led me to your poem.
Your language use cannot be faulted, and the theme is one that I think all of us can identify with, at one time or another.

The only thing I found wrong here was

"i have no idea
what i expect to land there"

as I didn't really know where "there" was, until I had read the piece a few times, and decided it was the state of lonliness. I know, I know, I'm slow on the uptake, lol.

This filled me with a deep sadness, that anyone would feel this way.
Excellent poetry - as usual!
Thanks for posting this one.

The ONLY thing I didn't like about this poem was the lack of punctuation. I realize that many poets don't use it in an attempt to write something so lyrically flawless there is no need for it. However, whether it's because I am accustomed to it and therefore expect or that its lack led me to race into the next line and the next as enjambment continuing on a thought when in fact it was a new direction, I don't right know. It was frustrating.
The poem itself though (once I figured out where sentences ended and began) was a thing of subtle beauty. I'm poking around in your previous posts hoping I come across a poem written in a more traditional style. Maybe not, but your language intrigues me and I will read to enjoy regardless of the form.
wesley

melancholy and solitude expressed so nicely by you in this write...

if i may suggest a wee bit of a change it would be to swap "abode" for "home" in the last line...

perhaps the screams
of a once loved heart
searching for a new home (abode)