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Besieged loneliness

Air was fully frozen
Winter winds
Set the nights tone

Hallucinating noises
A shift in the shadows
In my mind that are shown

Generations all around me
My focus
It never leaves

Restraint in conscious attention
It’s loneliness
My mind perceives



Solitude & Reflection


If one stopped, the water’s surface would settle, showing a very beautiful sky. The afternoon wind has died down; evening approaches. The sun is low and the temperature has the hint of coolness. The Loon cries in the distance. Not another soul is near. This is the time one should rest the mind; stop and reflect. But, I am always in a hurry to get to the other side. Someday…….




I saw her crying as she sat beneath the weathered tree.
“Hey.” I whispered, touching her shoulder.
She looked up at me startled, “I didn’t see you.”
“Didn’t mean to scare you.” I said and sat down.
The grass was cool and soft, I watched the shadow
of the tree wave across the sun drenched field.
I had invaded her privacy, she was embarrassed.
I could see it in her eyes as she tried to dry them.
I picked up a dandelion, turned to seed.
With a smile, I blew the seeds into the wind.
She reached out for the stem and twirled it around.
“Funny,” she sniffled, “how words can hurt you.”
She held out the dandelion stem to me,
and straightened her long skirt, so dark in the shade.
She motioned for me to get up and follow her.
As I rose, she disappeared into the shadows and
left me with the flower stem still in my hand.
I walked back toward the old abandoned house,
My special place-hers too, I guess.

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Crowded Room

Svein Koningen painting "The crowded room...

Svein Koningen painting “The crowded room” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)











The wretched racket of quiet

has entered this room

dancing mockingly at your gloom

I laugh back

for I am in love with solitude

little had they knew, I relish and catch-up

on conversations I started with myself

by clear water lagoons

they had forgotten

I passed many a moon

Still the dancers; erect ears

set on doom

I will tap on their shoulders

for a spin about my room

laughing playfully

they thought they could

grate my ears with

their crackling croon

of quiet performances

bowing down at my gloom.

© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com], [2012]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


Sadness Contemplated In Solitude

…………Like Magrittian Clouds Above Me………


Like sadness contemplated in solitude,

Thoughts are burning inside me,

Engulfed in seductive

Mermaid’s song.


Like a woman in a bottle,

Floating on Magrittian cloud above me,

My soul is locked inside this

Restless body. 


Like long forgotten tranquillity,

Almost approachable in front of me,

Desires are dissolving into their

Own loneliness.


Like books on shelves,

Like women hiding themselves,

Enslaved souls cautiously dancing,



Like lives that happen and then

Predictably un-happen,

Desperately keeping sanity

On hold,


 Our souls surrender to sweet

Torments of Farewell.


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