STRANGERS

One really sad thing about life is discerning people completely, in not seeing them for who they really are, and judging them incorrectly.  Often it’s easy to think or assume the worst of people, and sometimes it’s really easy to distrust people.  These sort of things are really not good because they can eliminate all kinds of opportunities in life.  Opportunities to do business and achieve professional success, to meet good people and create great friendships, and to find your soulmate and fall in love and live happily ever after.  But I guess some people would rather be a rock or an island than take the risk of encountering failure or rejection or having their heart broken. 

All these things is what this poem of mine is about.  For those of you who are rocks and islands, I hope my poem inspires you to change.  For no matter what you say, it’s really, really no fun going through life alone and living without love.

STRANGERS

Something there is that holds the anxious heart in check,
That offers only to the eyes the total essence of you,
Shows in the hair and face, in the lovely curve of neck,
How much I yearn to be near the total presence of you.

But I watch from a lonely distance and do not approach,
And with a desire restrained and unequaled by any other.
And though my longing is pure and above reproach,
It is still a secret urge that would love to be your lover.

Yet people are so unfriendly and can be so cold,
Keeping strangers as they are and never letting them come near.
But I have a warmth waiting to be shared and told,
Which has like you, overcome the indifference, but not the fear.

But we remain distant and thus stay safe and secure.
And once again the refuge of strangers saves us.
So to hell with the friends we love and the loneliness we endure,
We are too proud or shy to overcome the fear that enslaves us!

So we glorify loneliness and keep isolation for its own sake,
And the hope for spiritual deliverance we betray and desert.
For something there is that makes every encounter a mistake
Concerns us too much with being rejected and getting hurt.
(Something there is that forsakes friendship and wishes love to fall,
Desolates warmth and unity among friends and makes strangers of us all.)

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. hastywords
    Jun 08, 2012 @ 19:12:35

    Just blogged about a failed friendship…this is a lovely post!

    Reply

    • nicepoethere
      Jun 08, 2012 @ 22:18:35

      Thank you for reading my post and my blog and for your flattering comment. I really appreciate it. May all our relationships be successful ones for the years that await us! (:-D

      Reply

  2. nickijay
    Jun 08, 2012 @ 20:36:56

    I really like this and your intro for your poem speaks volumes. It is easier to shut down and be an island or rock. It takes maturity and courage to open up for new changes. Many people think that by not playing, they are not losing. But the sad reality is…they are not winning either.
    Keep writing.
    Nicki Jay

    Reply

    • nicepoethere
      Jun 08, 2012 @ 22:20:23

      Thank you for reading my blog and for your cogent comment. I really appreciate it and very much agree with you wrote. It reminds me of this famous line of verse by a master poet: “‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” –Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

      Reply

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