Being Alone: Echo Poem 3-Th

Poet's Notes: My poet's notes must precede the next few Echo Poems because the poet has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, reference them without restriction. So the TH in the title here is short for Treasure Hunt. To really enjoy my poem to the full (although it does stand alone as well), I suggest you read Lora Colon's Poem called 'Alone' on Poemhunter.com first. PH is a great site as well and I publish both places. Alone Too Alone….. what relief in the face of life's riot, Alone….. and what sweet space, fragrant air all around, Earth's rotation imparts no real sense of motion Until stars appear! Their swirling dance makes no sound. Alone….. tanning by an immutable ocean, Alone….. I surf breaking waves on wind swollen sea, No hint of confusion, I'm one with the motion, No sad message from others that disappoints me. Alone….. in my hammock beneath swaying palm trees, Alone….. time now to ponder just what a cloud needs, The wreck of a ship sits rockbound in the distance, Its broken spine's now home for disparate life's seeds. Alone….. with the lost! Are prayers ever answered? Alone….. my heart overwhelmed. Could that be a prayer? I look at the rainbow as summer squall passes And find that I'm grateful that I am a player. Alone….. strange it seems almost no load to shoulder, Alone….. if I fall down there's no one to make fun, If life seems too tough, well, whose load do I carry? Is it just my own stuff or have others piled on? Alone….. yes it's true that I miss other's laughter, Alone….. of course there is no real sharing of tears, Maybe in fact I could set better boundaries, Taking charge of protection from all of my fears. Brian Johnston March 9, 2014