Orphan of Society's Illusions
“We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we
create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.” -- Orson Welles
she dwelt in a seaside stone cottage
winds, words and world outside repelled
lonely single rose amidst a garden of weeds
from without the windows she did not peer
recalling not how her life became this way
fantasizing family and friends
she spoke aloud as if they could hear
words blown as puffs from the chimney top
orphaned by all, she remained
encumbered by solitude, lifted by illusion
*Entry for Brian’s two to fourteen contest
October 5, 2011
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