Beautiful Day, Gentle Loneliness
Posted on 12 June 2011
It’s a beautiful day to be kissed on the street, to be swept up, your face cradled in palms, hair tucked gently behind your ears by long fingers, to discuss poetry in the park or play with words, flipping them in the sunshiny heat to see what shakes out.
Could be it’s a day to fall in love, or to fall out, or to fall, into a pool a palette a palace a palindrome, to paint pretty pictures of whatever floats, hovers, fails, flies, to be told you are great, good, or just enough.
It’s a beautiful day to be read to, coveted, told that you are 15% prettier than you think you are, that you are just fine, okay, more, any time, not a bother.
It could make everything better, it could chase these lonely feelings out of the dust and make you blush and start you being reborn once more.
Or it could drive the loneliness home like a nail, sure and swift and true.
3 responses to Beautiful Day, Gentle Loneliness
Yeah, today is my 7 year anniversary, and I haven’t felt anything close to any of these things. Would have been nice though, as you suggest.
Lovely, dear. I love how you play with words and sounds.
Beautiful, the sense of longing is palpable. Wonderfully wrought Jennifer.