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Straddling the Zone

I'm quiet at work
quiet at home
unnoticed... means nothing's wrong...
but the only time I feel half-alive
is when I have some time alone.

I can't believe all the crap I see
sometimes I want to yell
but nobody listens anyway
so I keep it to myself

I'm saturated in my loneliness
but still need my time alone
it just doesn't make sense
I'm tipping over the fence
and there isn't a soul that knows.
— themoonman, Dec 05, 2008

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

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Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 6 months ago

Mais Oui, my precious

Mais Oui, my precious Moonman.. only the soul knows this loneliness....aloneness...all-one-ness. Wink. ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
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poewriter58

17 years 6 months ago

Richard

Good to see something from you. Have a problem with one line although I know what you mean by "tipping over the fence" it feels like you were stretching to rhyme The basic idea of the poem comes through but I've seen better from you. It seems like your heart wasn't in this one. Although we all need our space it can be dangerous to be too alone. Good title Chrys
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 6 months ago

Hi Chrys...

thank you for your comments... they made me look into the reasons this was written... tipping over the fence to me was the way to say that I was carrying my loneliness "out there" within the world... perhaps there was another way of saying it... what do you think? thanks for reading this one my friend... Richard
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 6 months ago

Straddling the Zone

I loved this one Moon! After all, like the poem says, no one will know about the fence except yourself~ [did you mean tripping?] _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 6 months ago

Hi Janice...

I'm glad you liked it... no... I meant tipping... although tripping may work here... thanks for reading and commenting! Richard
Rett

Rett

17 years 6 months ago

Richard, I know the feeling

Seems like the only time I am totally comfortable is when I am alone. Believe it or not, I am basically a shy person. Hell of a thing for a poet to say huh? True none the less. Anyway, yeah, lonely yet want to be alone. I think that describes the feeling well. Good one sir. Good one indeed. Respectfully, Rett: "For all you Scrooges who don't like Santa Claus or the true meaning of Christmas, BAH HUMBUG! For the rest of you, MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Rett
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 6 months ago

Me too, Rett….believe it

Me too, Rett....believe it or not..it seems the our poetry does give us wings though.... we seem to be able to *straddle the fence* as it were... THANKS, Moonman... Hugs, ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 6 months ago

Rett...

Me too... the shy part... well, not all the time... but basically an inward person... seems to be a trait of writers in general... I thank you for your read of this and for sharing your thoughts here... they are well received... and thank you again Anna... for being here during this time of now... Richard
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 6 months ago

Feeling half-alive

Hi Moonman, I can identify with this poem because I went through a long depression in which the time spent alone with my attempts at poetry was the only time that I felt reasonably alive. Like Chrys, I am a little unsure about the meaning of 'tipping over the fence'. It might be the fence between sanity and insanity, but I hope not. Best wishes, Robert.
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 6 months ago

Hi Robert...

Depression may be part of it... I was accused the other day of having been depressed my whole life and then told I didn't understand depression... all by the same person... oh well... insanity...hmmm... I hope not too... but it is more simple than either of those, more selfish, during alone time I want to fondle my pen... touch the pages... go where I'm not... and I can do it in my mind inside the world, crazy... maybe... thanks for reading Richard
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muttering_madwoman

17 years 6 months ago

there's

a real mood going round, ain't there? but, i enjoyed and felt this, took the isolation not assuages by company and intmacy of self hampered by lack of isolation angle. i relate. paper is my safest lover too. N
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 5 months ago

Hi there...

yes the paper is there for me when no-one else is... thank you for seeing into this... Richard
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 6 months ago

thank you Janice...

I appreciate you reading and commenting... and yes, sometimes being alone can suck... and then at times its just what is needed... thanks Richard
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zarul

17 years 6 months ago

hi

sometimes people get bored with people and they hope they are the lonely-type of person. but only lonely people know how dreadful the feeling is. the feeling of isolated and stranded. in last stanza, first line, please correct the spelling error of the word lonliness. and my dear friend, i know exactly how you feel when you write this beautiful piece, for i am a quite lonely a person. and you know what ill do when i feel so lonely ? ill read,write, listen to mp3 and drawing. and ill play with my gouramis. that will ease my loneliness. loneliness have their pros and cons, an theres always silver linings behind everything that happen to us. THis is such an adorable piece, my dear fren. HUG ZARUL http://www.neopoet.com/node/15590
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 6 months ago

Zarul...

there you go... we are more alike than you know... I will have to look up "gouramis" intrigued now.... thanks for reading my poem Zarul... Richard
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leonard daranjo

17 years 6 months ago

Hi Richard

You always set something astir deep inside me. Man! Do I relate to this? The answer is a resounding "YES" and , as for these lines: I can’t believe all the crap I see sometimes I want to yell but nobody listens anyway so I keep it to myself You are right - no amount of yelling will do. In fact it will only compound matters and deepen the sense of loneliness and frustration. So - the way I see it - the better option is to keep it within. Reminds me of an African writer who uses the symbol of his main character's body swelling when he dies because of all the words that lay pent up within. Thanks for sharing these moments of existential angst - they are useful insofar as they make other people know that they are not the only ones who suffer such feelings. Take care ... Leonard
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 6 months ago

Leonard...

Your in-depth read of this is very encouraging! I love the picture of the writer you've put in my head... thanks for the wonderful comments my friend... Richard
Linda Moses

Linda Moses

17 years 6 months ago

Richard

I can say that I am rarely lonely, but do need and enjoy being alone. Just to be relieved of having to talk to someone when I do not want to. I had too much responsiblity for so many years to so many people. Alone is good. Time for me to be me. good write, Richard
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 5 months ago

Linda...

thank you for your read of this poem... our lives much alike in that I too have had to be the responsible one for many years... alone time is good... I need it... thanks Richard
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prayersbyPatty

17 years 6 months ago

Moon

This was a good write, flowed nicely and came off with raw emotion. Thanks for sharing. I too can relate to being alone, first came depression, then peace. The world events which are disturbing, well I do yell at the News. And the dog cock's her head at me. I turn it off. Maybe you are in the peace of God, One thing about being alone, no surprises, no drama. We must look on the bright side. Patty
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 5 months ago

Hi Patty...

thank you for reading and leaving the warm thoughts... Richard
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 6 months ago

Straddling the Zone

Richard Oh My! Well I think you say it for us all. We are all true loaners We find strength and courage in our words. They are our best friend. The real world we do not want to face. It is a reminder of pain - hell? We do not seem to fit, into the world around us. So hard to relate But in our special times alone away from everything we can be our trueselves. I have my Secluded Grotto - a place i go. Moonman - We know the place your in. But we all have this place of loneliness where we seem to spend a lot of time. electricblue
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 5 months ago

Hi Maggie...

You got it... writers in general are introverted people, and you are so right, I get it out on paper.. if it weren't for that I would be absolutely crazy... of course, some say I'm already there.... thank you for understanding... Richard
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Notso

17 years 5 months ago

You have personified my

You have personified my feelings as well. You know how to put it down. Thats for sure. Notso
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 5 months ago

Hi Notso...

I appreciate you reading and commenting and I'm so glad you felt it.... and thanks for letting me know... Richard
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youarehere

17 years 5 months ago

The Sacred Longing

The dead German guys who called themselves Romantics had a saying: Don't identify with the object of your longing, identify with the longing itself. Your poem here (and others, too) make me wonder if you're a German Romantic. Your longing for...something...is more clear in ths poem, but I feel it in all of your poetry. You remind me of a taoist monk travelling through the world quietly and humbly finding the holiness in day to day life and living. I think that many who say they are searching for the meaning of life are really searching for the experience of being alive. One of my favorite poems, Bunch Grass #37, by Robert Sund...you remind me of the speaker in that poem. If you'd like me to send it you, I'd be more than glad to share it (it's long for posting). As kailashana pointed out...all-one-ness...and I will also add at-one-ment. Your poetry is somehow redemptive to me, and I appreciate that. In the shamanic tradition of many cultures one who has been called to shamanism is said to have a foot in both worlds (ordinary reality and spiritual reality)...straddling the zone. I would like ot see the language refined a little more...maybe choose either rhyming or non-rhyming...it feels like it has a half-rhyming pattern happening. I wnat the language to reflect the depth and clarity of the message. But that's just me. Thank you for the wonderful write and read. Michael
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 5 months ago

Michael...

that is a wonderful review... I am almost speechless... German... I think there is some German in my families background but I am just an all-American-mutt with a few words to share... taoist monk... loved that remark, as I actually feel I am a semi-retired seeker of truths for I do believe in the realness of each days beauty, each moments glory and if that is delivered to you in this and other poems... it makes this moment shared by us even more great! The half-rhyming pattern is my forte... it is very hard for me to write strictly in rhyme, I find it too constricting... The language refinement... well... I am not the most educated man... in fact... therein are my limitations... I read every day in the dictionary but find when writing... the simple of me tends to take over... I so much thank you for your in-depth read of this poem and would like to extend my hand to you across the net... and I would be honored if you would share the poem with me... Richard
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youarehere

17 years 5 months ago

I'm a mutt, too...

Greek, Syrian, German, French Canadian, Native American...and who knows what else. And you're welcome for whatever feedback you found useful. You folks here at Neopoet have made me feel welcome and invited to participate. I'm amazed at the positve engagement of poets here...it's a community with an amazingly good-natured love of eachother, poets and poetry. To say such athing is pretty rare is an understatement. Reading your poem here again I have ot say it's my error to suggest a balck or white apporach to rhyming or not. Your internal rhyming strucure is sibtle, complex and so effortless it seems almost unintended. I'm reading and re-reading mor eof your poems with that new perpsective and enjoying it even more. It make sme wnat to stretch and do something in some formal or semi-formal rhyme structure. And by refinement I didn't mean words with more pedigree, and I'm sorry if I implied that. I meant to see if it could be tightened up a bit, but that's just me. And as for education, I am a firm believer that school is WAY overrated. I got myself an education (and continue to do so) despite school. School is one my greatest regrets, or, at least, one of the more annoying neccessary evils I've endured. I only went to school to jump through the hoops I needed to get the licensure I needed to do my current work. My wife and I essentially homeschool our kids, and I never really needed anything but a library card (no internet in those days). It's awalys struck me that the word "education" comes from a latin word that means "to draw out," while the word "instruction" comes from a word that basically means "to shove in." we are each teachers and learners simultaneously, and real education is about helping eachother to draw out what's already in us. What we get at school is a lot "instruction," a lot of useless crap information, ways of doing things, and reasons for doing them shoved down our throats. There are many gifted teachers in our USA education system being mangled to hopelessness and ineffectiveness due to an educational system and institution that does much more harm to our culture than good. In my opinion, our current educational system is past redemption and needs ot be scrapped and completely rethought. Yup, this is a passionate subject for me. : ) So, I guess I'd say, after reading some of your poetry and experiencing your understanding and wisdom that way, that your education is worth a lot more than most. I think it's what we do with our our knowledge than how much of it we accumulate that counts. A couple of interesting books about the subject of real education and following one's calling come to mind...Dumbing Us Down by John Gatto...and The Soul's Code by James Hillman. Theres a short but potent scene in the movie Peaceful Warrior where Nick Nolte's character, about to wash a car's windows at a service station, says to his young cocky charge that knoweldge is knowing how to do something while wisdom is doing it. Anyway, before I break another soapbox... Michael