No one awaits
No one cares.
Right
Freely choosing
where to go
And then not doing so.
Nice
Reclining
Trying to go to sleep
Even languish
Drowsily figuring it out
Fine
Hearing the phone ring on
Check and decide
Not this time
Quite.
Someone‘s fond of me
After all
Still
I am not.
____________________________________________________________Written for OSW
15 comments:
ha - i almost never answer the phone when i'm at home...so this is my way to escape the turmoil a bit...still i sense a sadness..no one awaits and no one cares can be positive and negative..
I love caller ID! but your poem is indeed sad with an undercurrent of loneliness.
so sad to not be fond of ones self...i would avoid the phone though if i could...if it rings it is probably a crisis i need to attend to...
Times just passes away if no one is waiting or caring for you. I feel the laziest when there is no one home.
Really interesting
sweet reactions... OMG
Thanks friends,
for your support & contribution to my own ideas and experience on SLOTH...
Tomorrow IS another day...whatever life is, it can begin again at any hour of any day of any month of any year--even age 78--BIG grin!
Love yourself also, Sweeter!
PEACE!
I love Sloth. In fact, after I comment, I'm going to go practice it!
I love that picture, too.
Your feeling in words in thetas piece
A great study of sloth and also an unhappiness with life as it is
Thanks dear Dulce for your weekly Osp support
Moony hugs
Sad not to be fond of oneself :(
Dulce, this poem speaks to me of no connection. When there is time, freedom, but no connection to anything or anyone, it does not matter how much time there is to do anything. Somehow nothing seems interesting at that moment.
Your poem says it all, but is not a pleasant place to be ... letting oneself float on a summer breeze, with lightness of spirit, is a delightful option ... leaving sloth to its own devices.
This poem moved me. I could relate to both the isolation, the sadness but also to the resolve to stay within yourself.
I love the rhythm and the formation of this poem.
Lady Nyo
Lovely, lazy, sad.
Beautiful prose, and wonderful art works you display on your blog too.
I love to sloth...Actually, I love being alone...but not lonely...I'm not a slave to the phone anymore...I love the pic! ~.^ Enjoyed this, so glad I stopped by.
I really like the way you structured this. Personally, I'm a big supporter of sloth.
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