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»The meaning of loneliness«

by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe, April 16, 2009

The curtainless window,
Through which my imagination ran out
To collect many waning meaningless yesterdays,
Gapped at the empty tapestry
Of my Sahara harassed life.

What is it to be marooned
on this island of loneliness?

It is when we restart conversations
that we never had, and
visit memories never remembered;
It is when we share kisses
that we never exchanged, and
keep vows that we never made.

Written: April 2009
Tags: Solitude

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Reader comments

"Know what, one can be lonely but with other people around."
Tonyboy, Apr 7, 2011
"That is great Chris."
Xolisani Holland, Jun 17, 2010
"eish, once again i read this poem new things cum up, i lovely love the last standza.... don't wait for 2mrw again...just go en kiss and make the memories, the onversations will come by itself"
Happy Mhlongo, Mar 19, 2010
"whoa!this is good bra,man i wanna write jst like you when i grow up"
buntu gotywa, Mar 18, 2010
"This is the type of poems that makes this genre tick. 'We' love it"
Jasper Mbongo, Jul 31, 2009
"Eh! Man! Are you not writing about me? This is good my brother. Keep the pen rolling."
Ludwe Gotywa, Jul 27, 2009
"What a poem with contradictions and unexpected conundrums!"
Joseph Zulfikar, Jul 21, 2009
"Man It lyk you living this life, you imagining this,It is when we restart conversations
that we never had, like you need this gal to talk to but you dnt get the chance to, thinking of the Memories that you nvr had,...... Keep up man good Poem"
Happy Mhlongo, Jun 4, 2009
"thank you for another good poem."
Hettie Van Zyl, Apr 16, 2009

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