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Alone & Company
by Odin Roark
Monday, August 20, 2012
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Being reduced to inner-city welfare, or living in a mud hut in Sudan, such austere existence knows well its boundless friend, hope.

Alone & Company

at home awaiting death’s wrecking ball

cherished memories hover ghost-like

in friendly nooks

atop window sills

shelves

cupboards

even snuggled deep

inside my pillow’s nocturne kingdom

one room abode

cigar box living

claims company

my aloneness buddy sounding off

while I holding my gaze

upon the ceiling

retort with the awe of envisaged stars

dreams stay willing I proclaim

incessancy waits for visitors

even as our alone partnership stands face to face

in the darkness of thresholds

never crossed

with a sigh

we nod together

smile at each other

for we know there’s always something to share

something to love

something to imagine

mmm…

i stare at the ceiling again

full moon tonight

we’ll never turn our backs on neverland

will we?

you and me

Alone & Company

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Reviewed by Diana Legun	8/21/2012

This me and my shadow write is no sympathy dance, to me. It contains the austerity to which you refer in the introduction (especially the opening line: "At home awaiting death's wrecking ball"), but also holds such profound familiarity that it sings. There are enough installments of comfort to have me feel that way; the six lines beginning with "with a sigh" and the title itself "Alone & Company" instead of "Alone and Alone". See? ~~ Diana




Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams	8/21/2012

"death's wrecking ball" "my pillows nocturnal kingdom" "never turn our backs on neverland" wonderful phrases that help set the mood along with many well chosen words beginning with Alone and Company. I agree that take away the kids and pirates and Neverland is a very alone place indeed, and needs to be cherished and taken care of as any child should be. I often find my own thoughts in "friendly nooks". I like this poem, Odin. Be well, Kathy




Reviewed by Mr. Ed	8/21/2012

Our sad old world truly needs a spark of hope today.




Reviewed by Budd Nelson	8/20/2012

alone can be the only safe haven for some budd




Reviewed by Kate Burnside	8/20/2012

I believe I actually inhabit aloneness in the ways that you describe here, Odin. It's not my outward circumstance that defines wealth/poverty, happy/sad, but the condition of my present mental processes turning cog-like the wheels of my emotions. Like Jerry, I can relate to this and find myself within it. Neverland is the Always of my existance and populated by one. We are our own kingdom and country. Love the self-reflexive resonance and completeness in this piece. By the way, I have been thinking of you in terms of wondering whether you would enjoy this poet, if you haven't already discovered her: Jennifer Militello. Her book, A Flinch of Song (Tupelo, 2009), I have read extracts of at the links below and really love what I've seen - http://suddenprose.blogspot.co.uk/ http://carrieetter.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/jennifer-militellos-flinch-of-song.html




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton	8/20/2012

I relate, Odin, big time. Even so, I'm probably happier now than I have ever been. That sounds sad, but I don't consider it to be. I'm taking happy where I find it.




Reviewed by Ronald Hull	8/20/2012

Some of our best thoughts, and poems, come when we are alone. Ron

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