A tiny seed, black, hard,

soaked overnight in tears,

germinates, flourishes,

becomes a hearty vine

climbing fences in growth,

blossoms, then closes up,

its tendrils gripping hearts

until it strangles them.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

2 thoughts on “Loneliness

  1. Allen, I really love reading your poems, especially out loud or aloud. They create a melody. BUT I pray that you are happier than your poetry reveals. Who am I to know what good poetry is, but if it touches me as yours does, it is doing what poetry is supposed to do. Keep sharing, please.

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  2. As with most people, I think, my moods vacillate—sometimes happy, sometimes not. I think the down times are easier to write about, though, and maybe more necessary to write about. Of course, the mood of the poem doesn’t necessarily match my own mood either, though the two did more or less coincide in this particular case.

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