…On Poetry and Fiction
Just “One Word” Away ("Loneliness")
written by: Phyllis P. Colucci
One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Loneliness”.
Last night I heard a knock at my door. I looked through the peephole, but no one was there. I slowly opened the door and looked around, but still no one was there. I walked over to the mailbox to see if it was, perhaps, the mailman who might have dropped off a package. Still, no one. Nothing. Suddenly, I heard a soft voice call out to me. It said, “Hello there. My name is ‘Loneliness’. I stopped by because you are in need of a friend. You feel as though everyone close to you has disappeared, moved away, passed on, and now you are on your own. Nonsense! Go back into the house, put on your best casual outfit, and meet me out front here.” I did just that. Someone or something was speaking to me, and it was magical. I had to listen.
Well I couldn’t see “loneliness”, but I sure felt its presence. I followed it to the Brooklyn Pier. I looked out over the river towards the glow of the City lights, and I smiled. “Loneliness” led, and I followed. I followed it to a park bench not far from the water. I sat alone for awhile until a stranger approached. The stranger turned out to be a friend from the past. Actually, an “old flame” as they say. We talked, we laughed, we reminisced. Then we headed for the water taxi, which took us across the river to the Big City. I heard “loneliness” whisper in my ear, “My job is done. Move on my friend, be happy, and start tonight. Best Wishes and God Bless…Until we meet again…”
If it weren’t for my encounter with “Loneliness” on this very night, I would never have stepped out of my shell, gone to the pier, met an “old flame”, or headed to the City. I joined life once again. I learned “Loneliness” may be the only friend we have left at any given moment. We’ve all been there. Embrace it. It just may take you places you may not have been able to go on your own. It will move you forward, not backward.
When “Loneliness” comes knocking,
You must answer that door
It will speak softly, in a whisper,
It will shake you to the core
It may ask you to follow,
as it leads you to a place
That teaches you a lesson
which you will soon embrace
It will take you from your place of pity
And back to life in your “Big City”
There will be lights and smiles and love galore
An old friend or flame will come once more
And off you’ll go, in true delight
While “Loneliness” leaves you on this magical night.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Just one word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. Magical!
I retired from a Supervisory/Admin position with a Federal Law Enforcement agency in NYC, a few years back.
Presently, I am pursuing my passion for writing, and most of my writing has that New York edge.
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