So a phrase came into my head and I started writing. After about ten minutes I became annoyed that all of my sentences had a cadence and ended in rhyme but I couldn’t seem to help myself. Weird. Anyways, I kept trying to rework it in my normal style and found myself reverting back to cadence each time. I am no poet, heavens no, but I have given up on trying to express this thought in other ways.
Here’s my really bad free verse (?) -seriously- this is embarrassing, but if you read it out loud and pretend you are at a beat club, maybe, hopefully, it will speak to you.
It is an odd and sorrowful truth, that the more one is pulled in, and the firmer the grasp and will become, the lonelier the soul becomes.
For a season is entered where the pleasures and vices are habitually shunned and your comrades are found to be few, perhaps there is none. You expose the wonders your eyes have seen and wait for the tug, the grasp of your hand, but the stare is blank. The nod is there, but a suspicion persists that you did not get it, though you gave thanks. How in the church, amidst like-minded souls, do I feel bereft and so out in the cold?
Then a Jonathon comes along… not many, it seems two, more likely one, but there he is! And your heart soars for his soul, his presence, his tongue. A kindred fire is a soothing balm, for the company of a crowd is replaced by one.
A lonely road, it is taken by few. But praises! Trapped in heaven’s solitude, I am not so lonely, I am filled, and I have you. Time goes by, and deeper I go. Peace. I look and startle how one Jonathan has increased.
……Now you are hearing lots of snapping by really polite people….. In all honestly, I am coming to see the blogging community this way. Blessings to all of you.