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Armored Isolation

As tattered night surrenders to the morning 
amidst a bruised and beaten sky. 
The hazy heavens weep their misty warning 
of love’s intent to pass me by. 
The rain, symbolic of my sorrow, 
defeats today and steals tomorrow. 

Unyielding dreams assault my weary mind 
with visions of my deep regret. 
I’d reached accord but never had I signed 
my name to play, though boards were set. 
I leave the game of love intact, 
unstung by honor, which I lacked. 

I'm stuck in muddy grooves of flaws unbroken, 
made by the tracks of time’s machine. 
I’m choking on the chunks of words unspoken 
allowing silence to demean. 
So, safe in armored isolation, 
I thus defy my reclamation.

Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025

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Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 6/21/2025 2:46:00 PM Hello Ron, what has caused your isolation? Why are you so sad? Something must have brought this on. Are you depressed? Your Friend, /Darlene/ Login to Reply Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 6/21/2025 3:59:00 PM hello Roh the color fits on, yes the loss of your wife would be called the blue period. Why i do not know. Oh the colour fitted your life at that time. I will. you have a great weekend to my friend. /Darlene/ Ron VanHooser Date: 6/21/2025 2:54:00 PM Hi Darlene, this poem was started during a particularly lonely period in my life in San Diego. Living alone, no friends, my late first wife had passed, etc. Poems from this period have come to be called my "Blue Period" and rightly so, I would think, for the color fits my life at that time. Have a great weekend! Your Friend, Ron