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2012, 5*, branches, childhood, doing, expression, heart, loneliness, sandstone, speech, sun, talking to myself, walls, zazen
why don’t you do something
why don’t you say something
they said when I was young
and because no one notices anything other
than their own statement
I didn’t so because there was little point
and they had wandered
off somewhere else anyway while
I hesitated and looked at the ground
but I was so lonely
so I did something
and I said something
look
I have something to do
I have something to say –
bare tree branch against
a sandstone brick wall
in the sun –
and now
compromised to do empty things
and resigned to bite my tongue
with a broken heart
… oh come on
this is the life-long chance
to act
within doing with an empty heart
(like a secret agent)
and to speak
while I word with a loving heart
(like a secret writer)
and let my heart empty
of all the pain of bidding and persuading
as Frost somewhat said
out of step is useful
because you get to notice the things that everyone else missed
out of order
is no use to anyone
do
with all your body and all your sight
speak
with all your heart and all your mind
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
branches wormhole: the Eiffel Tower
childhood wormhole: currency of generations
doing wormhole: juxtaposition
speech wormhole: man of tomorrow
sun wormhole: first dog / in the park
talking to myself wormhole: OK
walls wormhole: the writing’s / on the wall
zazen wormhole: no more
mlewisredford 
very nice but a hint of sadness looking back at time and the person one used to be
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thank you, and yes, the loneliness pervades throughout childhood and into the future
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Loneliness is very hard to bear, and it’s hard to do anything about it if you’re the kind of person who feels a bit out of step with the world. I remember days of drifting like a ghost round the playground wishing I had a friend but having no clue how to make one …
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I was right there beside you, drifting along the edge of another playground, in another town at another time along with thousands of other kids who I never talked to either …
… and then – did you get this – when a lot older and I finally worked the courage to approach others (occasionally) I would initiate something, there would be a split-second extra freeze of their smile, and then they would carry on saying whatever it was I so rudely interrupted them talking about … for their safety;
what a community lonely people would make!
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I was never as lonely as when I was married to my X he was terrible! I thought that I was feeling lonely lately but this reminded me of 2 is the loneliness number! Your blog is like a museum. It’s fantastic.
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thank you:
for the compliment of being a museum
for the one-frame-per-24 glimpse into your life (I am sorry)
for completing our acquaintance through a poem on loneliness
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