Saturday, June 14, 2008

"I am lonely, lonely.
I am lonely, lonely.
I am lonely, lonely."


I was born to be lonely.
I'd wake and hear the cold- splintering, breaking-
and slowly I would rise and dress.

I was born to be lonely.
A child's blood so red,
fear the chronic anger of this house.

I was born to be lonely,
and watch light slowly close
against the yellow drawn shades.

I was born to be lonely,
dance naked grotesquely,
on water I'm not sure is there.

I was born to be lonely,
What did I know? What did I know?
But that's all right.

"I am lonely, lonely.
I am lonely, lonely.
I am lonely, lonely."


I was born to be lonely.
But that's all right.



* This is a cento. That means this poem is comprised of lines from other poets works:
Danse Russe by William Carlos Williams
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
Whose Mouth Do I Speak With by Suzanne Rancourt
My Father's Hat by Mark Irwin
Father's Song by Gregory Orr

This was done for the site Patchwork Poetry.

4 comments:

lissa said...

I like your usage of other poet's words, it fits so well and the repetition of "I am lonely, lonely" feels child-like but somehow I think it's from an adult's viewpoint instead

Cynthia said...

So sad this, curated extremely
well. The refrain, tugs at my
heart and the other lines complete
making the tears fall.

polkadotwitch said...

i like how you found a way to unify the lines around a theme of the narrator's identity. it's great to make new things out of existing lines. like collage!

Cynthia said...

Amazing what you have done with
these lines.