Isle of Lonely (Revised)
by Wanda L. Harrell
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
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Copyright 2002, Wanda L. Harrell
No longer loved, I was cast adrift in the middle of my years
To float about aimlessly and wash ashore in this desolate place
A forgotten and deserted isle in midst of the Sea of Human Tears
Where I wander about without the warmth of a shared embrace
Castaway, my soundless footsteps now walk the sandy seaside
With wide eyes searching the bleak and empty horizon before me
While paying no attention to the rising and lowering of the tide
Around this solitary and obscure place, the deserted Isle of Lonely
Frantically waving to the nothingness and lighting signal fires
I busy myself with everything I can do to be rescued from here
But daily, the loneliness increases, as do my unmet desires
As I cry to selfish winds and an uncaring sky, blue and clear
From time to time, a boat for two drifts fairly close to my shore
But then, I clearly see a man and a woman upon the deck
And sadly sigh and know there is no room for one more
So, here I stay stranded all alone to impatiently wait and reflect
O', I await that day when, from the sea, my rescuer will arrive
But meanwhile offer my prayers on these sands upon bended knee
Continually wondering if sheer grit and determination will allow me to survive
And if anyone else cares, or can hear my cries and constant plea
Endless, empty nights are filled with sounds of the sea and my unheard sighs
And too many long and lonely days have now become lost years
But my injured, fragile hope is born anew with each bright sunrise
As I look to the horizon for my already beloved rescuer to appear
O’, castaway am I…on these sands for far too many years
While yearning for rescue by the one special one made for me
But until then I wait in the midst of the salty Sea of Human Tears
Merely existing on this solitary island, the deserted Isle of Lonely
ROMANTIC POETRY & POETIC PROSE BY WANDA L. HARRELL
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|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Gorgeously wrought, Wanda!! Until I got my used computer and was able to find myself by touching others, I felt like this...too many long lost years dedicated to loneliness.
"But fragile hope is born anew with each bright sunrise"
I'm glad you see hope, here, too.
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Oh gosh. This lonliness can't hold! It hurts too much to be. Let's find a way to board the ship to happiness and leave this all behind. To much melancholy here. To much to bear! ((Hugs)) Bill|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|such a sad write, wanda; loneliness IS a horrible thing! thanks for your review on my one poem i did about ronee', "a chronically ill child's prayer"; it was sweet, and it was most appreciated! love, your friend, karen lynn. ((((HUGS)))) :)|