Alone
By Phillip Miller
Tick tock, tick tock and the sound of
passing cars
Is all I hear, sitting quietly, staring
at the stars.
So many fill the sky at night, shimmering
like precious stone.
I wish I were a star tonight, so I wouldn’t
be alone.
Or, maybe a blade of grass, surrounded by
others, standing.
A busy airport then, where planes are
always landing.
How about a cherry? I’d go well with a
dry martini.
I know! A sarong, yes, that hugs a tight
bikini.
Ah! a pair of socks, no good, one without
the other.
All right, a canal with locks, or a twin
with his brother.
Forget wars, woes, and suffering of man,
Nothing destroys him quicker than ever
loneliness can.
© Phill Miller
Very deep, and thought provoking. Worth a second read (and a third) and a ponder... Nice one Phil.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Phil. Sad and funny at the same time.
ReplyDeleteI like this one Phil and despite the inclusion of humour it portrays
ReplyDeletea very poignant message. Because the final couplet delivers "the hit"
I could suggest a slight amendment to the last line. to read, "nothing destroys him like loneliness can". Just feel it gives a sharper hit but up to you of course.