I wrote this one almost two decades ago.


Isolation



Separate
Apart
Alone
Too smart

Different
Seeing
Wanting
Bleeding

Contrasting
Aligning
Opposing
Defining

Blackness seeps through my essence
Infiltrates me with darkness, defines me
Contrasts with the patchwork of colors around me,
Then evaporates
I disintegrate into invisible dust.

November 1992




Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2011-03-22 at 19:50

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this one, Nancy, because I can't figure out how it finishes. Is it bleak or hopeful? Is disintegration preferable to enduring blackness? Could be. A Buddhist would say so.
2011-03-26


countryfog
I've begun a comment four or five times and each was not quite what I wanted to say. Perhaps it is that twelve little words each convey a part of pain that in the aggregate is greater than the sum of its parts; that not only defines you but compels the reader to read those words in the context of his/her own life. There is sadness, for you and yes for myself, that after twenty years there is not a poem that could begin:

Loving
Trusting
Believing
Belonging
2011-03-23


Rob Graber
Now that is REALLY disintegrating. Great climax!
2011-03-22


John Ashleigh
Its a very horrible feeling to be isolated - and you have described the feeling well. Brilliant. Keep writing.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-22


NicholasG
The three groups of four words are interesting. They remind me of those tests, where we were to choose the word that didn't fit with the others. I have lived this sort feeling, and still do at times. I don't like to think 92 is nearly 20 years ago though!
Thanks, Nick
2011-03-22