There are morons and there are oxymorons. As for oxymorons: This is one, Calum, hm? After all, s/he who is full of loneliness is not empty, hm?
Nitpicking aside: Given the above is not just a written Munchian Cry/Scream; given that most of us, readers and commenters, do just feel helpless, not knowing what to write, how to react, here's the plain question: Do you cry for help, Calum? And if so: How could not anyone, but perhaps some or one (of us) help? The peace of the night.
Sometimes, I'm very lonely, Calum. I come here, click on one of your music posts, and the notes fill the emptiness with beauty. There is still aloneness but the pain is gone. Thank you! I wish I would know how to return the favour.
Loneliness pokes its nose in when "things" are hard. At these times a big shout helps to release the pressure but I feel I can't go out into the street and shout, "BASTARDS!!!". Doing the same through the ether is a bit quieter but achieves the same goal.
"Loneliness pokes its nose in when thing are hard".....that struck a chord. Loneliness for me is not about being alone, but about having to cope with things on my own. I don't remember ever feeling lonely when my mum was alive, just because I knew she was always at the other end of a phone to talk to.
Ruth - You also helped me a lot with your comment. When I reached 50, I remember crying so hard for a week. I just wanted so much to speak with my mother. I needed her to tell me, "You've done well Claude. I know it's been tough. But you've done OK. I'm proud of you." Nobody else was needed but her. And she wasn't there.
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There's no need to be empty, just anxious.
I know it can be,Calum
There are morons and there are oxymorons.
As for oxymorons: This is one, Calum, hm? After all, s/he who is full of loneliness is not empty, hm?
Nitpicking aside:
Given the above is not just a written Munchian Cry/Scream; given that most of us, readers and commenters, do just feel helpless, not knowing what to write, how to react, here's the plain question:
Do you cry for help, Calum?
And if so: How could not anyone, but perhaps some or one (of us) help?
The peace of the night.
Sean,
Crying out is all I need. I cry into the emptiness in the moment knowing that, as time passes, this phase will pass too.
By the time the morrow comes I'll be fine.
But, Sean, many, many thanks for asking. You are a good man!
Loneliness is the cloak you wear
A deep shade of blue is always there
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0q6YWDm0GSU
but the sun *will* shine again
trust me!
Thanks, JD.
Re "Loneliness is the cloak you wear
A deep shade of blue is always there"
I wrote in a recent poem - "Ma coat o' many colours has aye been blue"
Oh, how did my fingers hesitate to type the above, Calum.
So glad you took/take my words as they were/are meant. Thank you.
Sometimes, I'm very lonely, Calum. I come here, click on one of your music posts, and the notes fill the emptiness with beauty. There is still aloneness but the pain is gone. Thank you! I wish I would know how to return the favour.
Claude,
Loneliness pokes its nose in when "things" are hard. At these times a big shout helps to release the pressure but I feel I can't go out into the street and shout, "BASTARDS!!!". Doing the same through the ether is a bit quieter but achieves the same goal.
"Loneliness pokes its nose in when thing are hard".....that struck a chord. Loneliness for me is not about being alone, but about having to cope with things on my own.
I don't remember ever feeling lonely when my mum was alive, just because I knew she was always at the other end of a phone to talk to.
Ruth
Thanks. You've expanded on my phrase in a way which helps me understand.
Ruth - You also helped me a lot with your comment. When I reached 50, I remember crying so hard for a week. I just wanted so much to speak with my mother. I needed her to tell me, "You've done well Claude. I know it's been tough. But you've done OK. I'm proud of you." Nobody else was needed but her. And she wasn't there.
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