Lost in the Crowd *

Lost  in  the  Crowd

By XANADU

I wear my loneliness like a cloak. It’s
more than a cloak. It follows me around
like a faithful dog. Or maybe it sits
on my shoulder, like a stunned crow I found
splayed in the gutter with a broken wing.
I feel like a stranger in a strange land,
surrounded by people who do not sing
my song, or speak a tongue I understand.

Ah! how I’d love to meet someone like me
in the clanging crowd, someone with sad eyes
who speaks to me without words, wistfully, 
in an ancient language that never dies.
Whose secret glance says to me, Welcome, Stranger!
—For such a one as that I’d enter danger. 

8 thoughts to “Lost in the Crowd *”

  1. Well, the first verse would make a perfect intro for a rap song, and the second would make a nice outro. Now the space in between needs to be filled with some intelligent train of thought.

    1. The destructive Jew shows his true colors, it didn’t take long…
      Rossi, you lost a great opportunity here, a chance to STFU!! 🙂

      1. A train of thought in a poem refers to a sequence of poetical expressions, in which one flows out of the former, elaborating on the ideas, or the feelings being described. It takes more than a couple of seconds to comprehend a deep thought, and more so to contemplate a deep feeling.

        A more formal and less familiar term for it is a period. The longer it is, the stronger impression it makes. It’s hard to put together.

      2. The length of an impactful poem is irrelevant. Sometimes poems can be TOO wordy, in which case any potential for making a strong impression is lost because its harmonic flow becomes discordant in a maze of words

        To me, good poetry is always musical BEFORE its potential “bon mots” are applied to the song to be sung.

        Good poetry is rare. Great poetry is EXCEEDINGLY rare.

  2. As I read this, my heart instantly reflected on a saying about the later age, attributed to the Prophet (S.A.W) which says, “Islam began as something strange and it shall return as something strange; glad tidings to the ghurabaa (strangers).”

    There is the idea that the people of the “fitra” or natural, faithful inclinations will become such a minority that they become strangers in a crowded world.
    It is also reported that he (s.a.w) said that the loneliness and tribulation will become so great the someone will pass by a grave and say, “I wish I could trade places with you.”

    —For such a one as that I’d enter danger.
    What a line! Aye, my Lady, “Glad tidings to the ghurabaa (strangers).”

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