Alone in bad company.

With regard to the topic raised at Poetry Jam this week, I would like to share one of my favourite quotes:

"If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company."

- Jean-Paul Sartre. 

LONELINESS.

This week's prompt at Poetry Jam is alone. There's a saying in Spanish: "más vale solo que mal acompañado", which means it's better to be alone than in bad company. I wrote about how, although at first it may seem more attractive to avoid being alone and one does so at any price, loneliness is in the end much more comforting than bad companies or false friends.

I'm walking on tiptoes across warm sand
I'm dancing slow to the sound of my cry
But you come to take my hand
And loneliness waves goodbye

A bright new day seems to dawn
Stars have fallen off the sky
But no one knows where they've gone
And loneliness waves goodbye

But deep down I know she's still there
She's such a treacherous mistress
She will quietly from above stare
My sweet descent into hell she will witness

And when I least expect her to appear
She will guide me again through the night
And though her coldness makes me fear
I know she's kinder than any blinding light

BRIDGES.

The prompt this week at Poetry Jam is bridges. The topic of this poem is the lack of the strength to go on living as a consequence of having little or nothing to live for. But in the end one decides this attitude must radically change. In order to do that, one has to cross the bridge, which is something really difficult. What lays on the other side of the bridge represents the unattainable, the unreachable: the strength to go on.

I see you standing on the other side

Just the shadow of what I should be

Teasing me, laughing at me - no light

Just the shadow of what I could be

I see you standing in the wrong place

The place I can't seem to reach

But in the distance I can see your face

Still through our long open breach

You see me standing

But never waiting

For you to come and rescue me

Instead I cross the bridge

Simple as this.

- Dead Poets Society.

THE MOON.

This week’s prompt at Poetry Jam is the moon. The moon is to me the symbol of loneliness in the good sense of the word, that is to say, it represents a being that, in spite of being alone, doesn’t stop shining. Loneliness isn’t to it – or her, as mentioned in the poem – an obstacle or a reason to fade, but a motivation to keep being as powerful, beautiful and bright as it (she) always has been. Regardless of how many years, centuries, even millennia, she spends alone; she’ll always keep letting her light shine.

Higher and higher she flies

Hung on such sinister skies

And all on her own

Not a single word does she say

She quietly stares at us play

And all on her own

And she owns a mirror on earth

Where she can admire her worth

Because she’s all on her own

So elegantly dressed in white

Everyone suspicious of her dark side

To her surrended even the ocean tides

And that’s why she’s so lonesome

But don’t you dare slide

Never let the black skies around you

Say your beauty you must hide

Don’t you dare fade away

Never stop shaking poets around you

And dwell dreamer’s minds night and day

TIME.

The prompt this week at Poetry Jam is age, aging, aged… I wrote about how it feels when time goes by far too quick, when you can’t catch up with it but you’re expected to fulfill some socially held demands according to how old you are, no matter how you feel about it - worried, overwhelmed, not ready yet…

This is the first time I post a poem of mine, so I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it.

I’ve always seen myself as a drifter

In search of a place to hide

From you, my most feared whisper

That I had to finally give in to life

You always ran faster than I could

And unlike you I went so slow

That I couldn’t heal my old wound

In the hands of such merciless foe

But in escaping I saw no light

For clocks would never stop

So I found myself lost in your night

In the twilight of my childish hope

And you’re so cruel to me

Pushing me to blindly fly

Through a violent breeze

In a never-ending grey sky

And I should be able to survive

But there’s not much hope to hold

When it’s freezing outside

And I’m wearing no coat