“Ah, look at all the lonely people.” —The Beatles (Eleanor
Rigby)
Flocks of birds and forests must know something human hearts
do not.
Like a choir they hold the comfort of reaching in unison.
Always hungry for the sky.
Still man becomes a ghost
alone down a darkened hall.
A silver haired shadow
searching for a memory
that no one else recalls.
Silent stories
are a house burning to the ground,
never to be entered or seen again.
Some hearts are broken wings and fallen branches.
Secrets lost upon a wind that never blew.
A loneliness that only humans truly know.
I am so delighted to be participating in one of my favorite
prompts, Shay’s Word Garden Word List!
It is always fascinating, educational, and inspirational. Thank you Shay my friend!!
This week the featured theme is Jackson C. Frank. Click here to learn more and participate.
