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Lonely Was

Lonely was swaying on the porch swing staring at chocolateglue sky

Lonely was swaying on the porch swing
Staring at a chocolateglue sky,
Grey clouds wisping milky over the moon.

Lonely was scribbling nonsense comparing
 Dark skeletal trees to me,
Verses written on secondhand

Lonely was crumpled used paper
 Scraps of long forgotten
Notes and ancient lore.

Lonely was hoping, dreaming
 Of tomorrow, nostalgic and
Aching of the past.

Lonely was rocking on the porch swing
 Staring at grey smudged paper
Lonely was me.

I wrote this circa 1991 when I was a college student at the University of Colorado; Boulder. At that time I loved making up my own words by making them compound.

@annmsteele

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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