A Certain Loneliness

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #232
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gasps, dial, left, angels, slap, snare,
dust, remember, loss, pause, days, cold

 Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle  #40
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twilight, grazing, ripple, loneliness, wet, munching,
tufts, falls, delicate, wrist, break, gladly

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #285
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A Certain Loneliness

There is a certain loneliness that ripples
through the days of aging. A sort of twilight
zone that might snare a delicate psyche,
creating a cold slap that makes one gasp
while pausing to remember all of the losses.

But, there is a way to dial down this sort of
fall, even when grazing through these bleak
tufts of dust from the past, munching on what
best is left to the care of angels. Gladly turning
fragile wrist of time back toward the future.

Breaking its hold by recalling that past is past,
can not be changed, and all we really have is this
wet with life, present moment. Then deliberately
choosing to use it.

Elizabeth Crawford  1/3/16

Notes: Missed last week. Too much Holiday visiting and visitors and I didn’t have the energy needed to struggle with words that were fighting me tooth and nail. Was worried that it would be the same this week. But was pleasantly surprised to hear that first line walk through my mind and the rest followed slowly. I did use all of the words.

The image is an old pen and ink drawing I did several years ago and recently found in a sketchbook I had forgotten about. When I finished the drawing, I tried a bit of water color to delicately enhance it. When I found the sketchbook and the image, I put it through the kaleidoscope app and this is what happened. I love those kinds of happy accidents.

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30 Responses to A Certain Loneliness

  1. C.C. says:

    I really like this phrase: “fragile wrist of time”–something so delicate and poignant about it!

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  2. To age is a burden. The image of the loneliness is so true.

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  3. thotpurge says:

    wet with life, present moment…love that.

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  4. oldegg says:

    You must always live that moment for it may not come again.

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  5. Sumana Roy says:

    i love that image of time and its fragile wrist being turned towards future…nice…

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  6. Jae Rose says:

    What an assured return…this time of year can be a slap in the face..a celebration of birth and youth..a reminder that time is turning quickly the older you get..it is hard to always use it wisely especailly when you are old enough to know that it is finite….the dial and the fragile wrist brought to mind my grandmother’s old wristwatch and the sound it made winding it up…her skin was like paper and the watch worn with time..good to see you back – it’s uneasy when words fight tooth and nail..they’re meant to be friends after all

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  7. as we start a new year many face a certain loneliness that comes with aging.. it’s like the world spins madly on but with you, when all you want is peace.
    beautifully written.

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  8. Your poem spoke clearly to this old woman. I said YES, several times.

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  9. totomai says:

    You have painted loneliness with grace.

    Happy New Year, Elizabeth

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  10. Mary says:

    Oh yes, there is definitely that loneliness….especially if one stops to think about it, even in the midst of holiday celebrations it is there. But I like the idea of going beyond those tufts of the past and turning that fragile wrist of time back to the future. (And celebrating wildly, if one can. Smiles.) Have a Happy New Year, Elizabeth.

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  11. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Its true that once we age we tend to look back upon the past. The past can certainly not be changed and we all have is this moment which we hold onto in the present. Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  12. The past is indeed the past, and as you say it cannot be changed. But let’s not sweep it under the carpet. Use it, improve on it. Live for today, yes. Reach for tomorrow, of course. But cherish the past. Never let it go.

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  13. loved your poem here. yes, the past is the past and we must move on. and don’t forget to make the present moment a great one for the future to look back on with a smile.

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  14. OT says:

    I always deliberately ignore the word list when reading poems based on them, mostly to see if any seem out of place (they did not here!), but also to stop me reading it like a checklist, ticking them off. It all worked so naturally, and that’s quite a testament considering you used two sets! nicely done

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  15. Suyash Jha says:

    i couldn’t agree more , we must choose to be here, right now.

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  16. Love the idea of keeping in mind that “past is past”; and that even if we wanted back with all our hearts, we must let it go. And move on. We might get lucky if we do… We might even run into wonderful accidents while we’re are it. 🙂

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  17. Just tell yourself the best is yet to come!

    Rosey Pinkerton’s blog

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  18. gillena says:

    after encouraging the thoughts of Verses 1 and 2, i like the resolve of Verse 3

    Happy New New

    much love…

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  19. I feel that cold slap of aging many times…but your words ring true that we must embrace the present moment!

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  20. Zoe says:

    I love the last stanza.

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  21. This is such a beautiful, sad, and yet profoundly uplifting poem. I especially love that image of the fragile wrists of time. Wonderful!

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  22. Bodhirose says:

    Your last verse wraps it all up with a positive note. And surely a certain amount of deliberation is needed in our lives. I love your drawing and how it turned out by “happy accident.”
    Gayle ~

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  23. Susan Chast says:

    Using it, using it. It always amazes me when such coherence comes from application of word lists. This is mighty fine.

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  24. ZQ says:

    You always impress me …with what you do, so creatively, with prompts.
    🙂

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  25. Sherry Marr says:

    I resonate with this poem so much, my friend…….a certain loneliness, but it is rather sweet too – we have weathered many losses, but, at the same time, how blessed we were to have it all before we lost it. Love this!

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  26. Mama Pajama says:

    lovely image, and lovely words…they really lent themselves to this kind of write. several of us seemed to go to the same place, or somewhere near each other in tone and/or intention. I like the way you strung them out. hope your holidays were happy!

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  27. ms pie says:

    a most delicious poem as taking a slow ride through hilly country … observing those things we don’t usually see

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  28. Your drawing speaks to me and your words are like a painting! Very good!

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