Being lonely makes you sad
But who befriends a saddened man?
Being sad makes you lonely too.

Being lonely, you cease to dream
But who befriends a dreamless man?
Not dreaming makes you lonely too.

Being lonely makes you ugly
But who befriends an ugly man?
Being ugly makes you lonely too.

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#depression #lonely #loneliness #love

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My new eBooks, Quintet for Vulgarian and Office Drone and Throwing Out Love Notes, are now available on Kindle.
#prose #poetry #freeverse #blankverse #fiction #nonfiction #shortstories #socialcommentary #blog #observationalhumor

https://www.amazon.com/s?i=digital-text&rh=p_27%3AJ.%2BM.%2BSmig&s=relevancerank&text=J.+M.+Smig&ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1

𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄: "𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱" 𝗯𝘆 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝗻 -

Both spectacular reads after we get past Milton's narratological problem; and my take: Regained is the stronger work!

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There are those moments when you can feel it in the skin on your skull tightening and straining all that while the gravity is crushing you down and melting bones until you are on the floor or coach and can’t move up or to the side and the blood beats the slow painful rhythm and the last thought is stuck and you feel the realization feeling your mind that life is a four letter word and then the deepest lizard brain slithers to you with lisp: it’s night, you need to sleep.

#blankverse #badpoetry #night

Why do I?
When I pour six ounces of pure dark netherworld,
With the aroma of earth, roasted under heat like from the sun,
Sweetened with the unicorn whiteness youth so adore...
Why do I?
Why do I feel like I could dance,
Like I could conquer an entire world?

#MorningCoffee #coffee #blankVerse #poetry

#WritersCoffeeClub Ch 7 Nbr 19 Addendum— What do you put into your coffee? Or tea? Is this a vital part of your writing routine?

[Author retains copyright (c)2024 RS.]

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We met when I was Uncomfortably but sensibly married
She was hungry, I was too but also pragmatic
We meet again.
I am free but she is not.
We meet again.
She is free but I am not.
Our timing never works
We go our separate ways
And lose all contact
A love gone stale, abandoned
Looking back I realise
We both escaped the pain
The angst, the regret
Of destroying a love that would have died
In sadness, anger and despair

#poem
#BlankVerse
#love
#loss
#pain
#timing
#BadTiming

Anthony Hecht on blank verse:

But the problem for any given poet remains, and a new idiom must be found by each new poet, allowing for the changes in prose as well as poetic conventions.

from An Exaltation of Forms, eds. Annie Finch & Kathrine Varnes

#poetry #blankverse

And through the wisps of winter’s crisp
and frosted burden on these boughs,
I see the sky a blank pale slate
to paint with brightly lit displays
of trees aglow with Yuletide cheer

(Blank verse for a blank sky)

#silentsunday #stillersonntag #art #poemaday #poem #poetry #blankverse #winter #Sky #Branch #Tree #Tranquility #Winter #Blue #Outdoors #BareTree #advent #christmas #nature #naturephotography #naturfotografie #photography #fotografie

I saw the wolf out on the ice,
And as he looked me in the eye
The sky was closing in. The night
Was cold, and I was getting scared
That nobody’d remember me
When I was dead and gone, so I
Determined that the course of action
Best for such a situation
Wouldn’t be to idly stand
And take it, or to sit and freeze,
And so I got down on my knees
And prayed for godly intervention,
But quickly lost my concentration
As the beast bit me in the face.

#poetry #symbolism #blankverse #tetrameter