a tinkling

Whilst still alone.
Aloneness spoke
Though not one soul.
was there....no joke
Vibrations from the windy
Grass. A tinkling.
in the chimes of glass
A shushing from
The moving clouds, the
Sunshine laughing. Quite.
Quite loud.
And still alone. Aloneness came.
It walked about. A silly game.
Whilst all alone. Aloneness.
spoke, and no one there. Not.
one... no joke.
M ~

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Hi Marion,
A tinkling - you are not alone,
I am with you.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)
Bless you Terry...thankyou x
Great poem Marion.
I love the imagery.
-Syd xo
Hey Syd...Good to see you on here again...thankyou...I'll keep an eye out for your next post x
You're very welcome Marion. It's good to be back. I've been struggling with my writing lately xo
No one will ever understand what goes on inside, even our best poetry will never make anyone understand, this is the sad part.
destined to alone.
Again, sorry for late reply. Of late I feel that aloneness in my soul...like you...
but we can share that too. We can share the aloneness ...it helps I find. Thankyou for your soulful comment my friend x