PORTRAIT OF A LONER
©Trev Teasdel Shilton Nr Coventry July 1972
Alone
A figure draped in sadness, sorrows all alone.
A ragged, scarecrow cladded clown
All upon his own.
In blue embroided skintight loner jeans,
Listens to his mental drone,
Pulsing senseless rhythms down,
A silent suffering soul.
Always been alone,
Alone against the tongues of torment,
Always seem flown,
Flown against the tides of trials.
Stood alone
Contemplating the him he sees,
Is he just a perfect image,
In a figment of his own imagination.
The body,
Cased in clothes craves freedom.
Talk, always clawing, tearing people down.
His love, soaring higher, swooping low,
Never nesting,
Cries “I am the loner, I am the loner”
A perfect image in a figment of his own imagination.
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Published as a poem in my first chapbook The Escaped Poet 1984.
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Published as a poem in my first chapbook The Escaped Poet 1984.