Warped ….. by rivrlogr
Warped
I walk the walls,
my head around the corner
that lies beyond the door.
Precarious in this chair on the ceiling,
I cling to the fan that should not be
on the floor above me, spinning
me in starts and stops. In a world
of contradictions, I touch nothing
and everything at the same time.
Vertigo, my isolation.
This poem is my response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #126,
where the theme is Isolation.
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Isolation better than death … by Susan Zutautas
The following was written in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge.
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
Contagious, brutal
Isolation transcendent
We Must Be Patient
© Susan Zutautas 2020
Isolation … by Susi Bocks
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #126
‘Isolation’s hold’ .. by VJ Knutson
Disability covets isolation –
this stripped-back, box-like state.
Rustic serenity, with room
to breathe would be preferable
but old memories creep in, and
lack of self-worth leaves the door open
phantoms of former torments
unwanted visitors, shadowy
invaders target loneliness,
misconstrue lack of health
for neediness, prey on weak –
hearted, presume incapability.
I am unwell, not unwanted, effort
to protest ignored, I grow wary of
fellow travellers, am vandalized by
nightly attacks, attempt to reach out
aim for strength, logic, clarity,
dial-up past abuse instead, cannot
fathom the purpose of unsolicited
persecution, grasping at isolation.
(Isolation’s Hold was first written in June of 2017. I am resubmitting it here for Reena’s Exploration challenge: isolation. Seems to me is also reflective of the times. Image from personal collection.)
English translation in Comments below…
तनहा हैं मेरे ख्वाब-ओ-ख़याल
मेरी कोई सदा तुझ तलक जाती नहीं ।१।
अंधियारी है अब मेरी हर एक रात
चाँद की मुझ तक झलक आती नहीं ।२।
पुकारना चाहता हूँ तुझे लेकर नाम तेरा
आवाज़ कोई मेरे हलक आती नहीं ।३।
कश-म-कश में हूँ कहाँ लेके जाऊँ इन्हे
बहुत भारी हैं सपने, पलक उठातीं नहीं ।४।
घुट रहा है दम मेरा इस कफ़न में अमित
ज़मीन मेरी नहीं, फलक बुलाती नहीं ।५।
