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douglas

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walking through the streets of

sydney, berlin and london

i learnt that it was

alright to be alone with myself

and my head of thoughts

 

far away from all i knew

i had to converse with what

lay within

i learnt to love and understand

who i had become

in those busy foreign streets

 

there is so much comfort

that comes from inner-solitude

silences become peaceful

the world displays itself

profound

universal

beautiful

To receive love, you have to give it...

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Brings to mind the stranger in a strange land (sydney, berlin, etc.) limbo that occurs to all travellers landing in new surroundings for the first time before making those initial direct human contacts ... after which things have a way of taking off, usually for better, sometimes for worse!

 

dedalus

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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Profound, universal, beautiful -- and let's not forget cosmopolitan! But the poem already says that, doesn't it? I like your strategy for finding inner peace through inner solitude in urban settings. It seems to have worked!

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Hi douglas,

 

Good to see you again and read your work. Congratulations on your publications!

 

This poem has a lovely mellowness about it - a coming to terms with the solitude and the creative impulse of one's inner world:

 

i learnt that it was

alright to be alone with myself

and my head of thoughts

 

A meditation on the self opening up portals to other dimensions and possibilities. I love the being-in-the -moment sense you suggest here.

 

 

Thank you.

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Douglas dear, I am coming late with my comments here. This poem reflects your state of mind while you was traveling and experiencing new life. Nothing is worse than being alone, but sometimes helps.

I like how you expressed your poem, in some positive way too.

 

I enjoyed reading this one. It gives special feeling.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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