I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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9 May 2012


It’s a lonely sound,
the plane going over
up there in the night.

So is the gathering of wind
from the corners of darkness
into a rumble, then a howl.

I want to cuddle with my love,
sleep near his warmth all night.
He wants that too, yet we’re apart.

Submitted for dVerse Open Link Night #43


  1. Hi Rosemary...this is so very hard, VERY hard. Not much is more difficult than this!


  2. oy...alone we hear all those little sounds...the plane the wind...and i know the feel of wanting to be close but not...in my own way, but...heavy with feeling....

  3. Here you show that "loneliness" that accompanies when waked in the night and that sound of a plane, train, or ship making noises in the night is always haunting wondering who's aboard and if they're lonely too. Hopefully your soul mate will soon return or day will bring company that eases the vacancy. Well written.

    If you still want to hear my poem, I think you can cut and paste this link and it will take you to the website. Thank you for coming by my blog and reading.

  4. So sad and evocative. We all hear you.

  5. The further we are apart, sometimes the more we see the Other and what they mean to us. Well done short, cleanly written poem, Rosemary.

  6. Thank you, dear people. I was about to go to bed, and this one just appeared, almost fully formed — one of those that write themselves.

  7. Sadly beautiful - hope you're together now.

    Anna :o]

  8. You carry on with dignity and verve Rosemary and are writing some powerful poetry ... brava!