Alone Poem by Diana van den Berg
Alone
Perhaps
it was intended
that I walk
alone.
Perhaps
there is none
who can feel
song
and sun
and colour
and sweetness
of hay
and
honey,
as I.
Perhaps
one greygreen autumn day
a rugged stranger
will,
with silent footfall,
and respect
for forest creatures,
come wandering
through
the green mists
of my garden trees
and
perhaps
we will understand
each other,
and
perhaps
not.
(1991)
Understanding one another is not important, because our poetry speaks for us to others; like musical instruments filled with beautiful melodies we may touch another's soul. Good poem, I like it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Diana What a romantic poem Where have you been Long time no hear
Most of my life I have been a lone walker and take it a blessing as to be able to enjoy sun and the colors of life. From time to time a neighbor would say hello, some time few cheerful dialogues bring added joy. Enjoyed and relate to your poem in a very fond way. I have read your poems before but read the bio today. Greetings and best wishes from this far away continent.
My dear Diana ur great with words so I dab thee a wordsmith of highest order.This poem is beautiful
I walk alone Sometimes wanting to be alone, yet being alone last soon too long. When alone becomes lonely, we have had enough of it Sometimes I dream of a simple way to eradicate loneliness. If half of the persons in the world would contact one lonely person in the world no one would be lonely anymore. I don't think this poem was about loneliness but that is where it brought my thoughts...
My mother told me, it's terrible to be alone, unfortunately she was right, as she usually was. Fantastic poem Really touched me. Me liked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I think when we get to the point of being first observers of our life, that's when things can really get interesting; when we are past the manipulations and the needs of the younger years, that's when real contentment and acceptance can begin to be acknowledged, no matter what comes our way.f This is what this poem says to me. That it is about someone who is reaching that place in their life..