only the lonely lie wide awake
staring through windows
in the Great Bed Of Ware
wondering and wandering
boulevards of broken dreams
walking backwards through time
searching for love in a crowd of one
wearing hopes that don't fit
a symphony of sorrowful songs
and ache like empty cases
dragged around deserted airports
a black box of pain
aboard a missing flight
Cheers for the praise Stu and for giving the title the thumbs-up!
I'm most grateful to you.
Paul
great poem paul and the title is a killer!
Thank you Dom, Col and Jemima, you have all written such touching comments.
Paul
Mon 1st May 2017 14:33
Oh! 'symphony of sorrowful songs' a real gut wrencher! Sadly beautiful poem Paul.Thank you.Jemima.
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Mon 1st May 2017 12:04
Gosh this is quite simply astoundingly good Paul - from the Big O beginning to that airport finale - a complete tour de force of loneliness.
Col.
searching for love in a crowd of one, is the wise, sad phrase for me. keep em coming!
Dom.
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Paul Waring
Wed 3rd May 2017 08:28
Thanks David for the encouraging comment.
And no probs re: timing, I think a lot of us have been distracted over the BH weekend. Hopefully, normal service is about to resume!
Hope all is well with you.
Paul