For today’s prompt, write an alone poem. Some people covet “alone time.” Others prefer not to be left alone. Many like a certain balance. But this doesn’t have to just be about people. Maybe a forest wishes to be left alone, or there is a product left alone on a store shelf (how the children’s story “Corduroy” begins).
I’m composed of hieroglyphs
Whorled answers on the page
Chaotic run-on paragraphs
Humility and rage
And though I frequently proclaim
That I’m contented on my own
You know that story’s counterfeit
I’m desperate to be known
In my darkest hours I’ve begged
In my theatre of the absurd
Could you please stop interrupting?
Give me the gift of being heard
I told you once a thousand times
About this aching need
What good is being an open book
If you refuse to read?
~ Liesl Dineen 2014