wild
like an alienated pack animal
in a wood so unfamiliar--
close company calls
I hear them, yet no friend appears..
another sun sets
and I determine to embrace
another lonely cloud-shrouded moon.
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elPintor
Sat 6th Aug 2016 15:11
Thanks, Harry..it's very kind of you to say so.
elP
elPintor
Sat 6th Aug 2016 15:07
Hey there, Ray,
I like the metaphor..it has me thinking. I can't help but keep coming back to the idea of the subconscious as being like an attic. Some things just get buried under too much stuff and require lots of effort to find.
It's kind of a funny notion to think about what other people's attics look like, too..I mean, maybe some of their stuff looks a lot like some of my stuff, eh?
Thanks a bunch for commenting.
elP
A concisely precise piece of loneliness.
(I particularly like that last line)
Another surreal offering elP which has me fascinated. I sense a feeling of the unreachable here; maybe the moon is the subconscious and holds the answer to what you may be seeking !
Ray
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elPintor
Sat 6th Aug 2016 15:49
Understood, David..thanks for commenting..solitude can be maybe what they call a mixed blessing..
it's always good to hear from you x
elP