Alone between my different selves


One leg in the air moving
from one connection to another
loneliness gnaws at its worst

on the bridge between reason and emotion
in the boarderland where known and unknown meet
the vulnerable No man's land opens up

perception of the ostensible vacuums
as the nursery of my future
foster me to become my own parent

alone between my different selves




Poetry by Gunnel André
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Written on 2012-02-17 at 11:21

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Brian Oarr
There is something oymoronic and therefore quite intellectually appealling about the concept of a "nursery of my future", Gunnel.

Your poem is brave, embrassing your future ... I must learn from this.

Brian
2012-02-19



It seems to me it's one thing to be alone, another to recognize that "aloneness" and respond to it as you have, then to take responsibility for it, no matter how reluctantly. This is true "adult" poetry. I love the images.
2012-02-17