Week #7--Improv #1

I Am Alone

            By Leopold Sedar Senghor

I am alone in the plains

And in the night

With trees curled up from the cold

And holding tight, elbow to body, one to the other.

I am alone in the plains

And in the night

With the hopeless pathetic movements of trees

That have lost their leaves to other islands.

I am alone in the plains

And in the night.

I am the solitude of telegraph poles

Along deserted

Roads.

            Desertion

                         by Pauline Rodwell

We are alone in our heads

And in our hearts

With tongues numbed from the silence

That we have gifted to one another.

We are alone in our heads

And in our hearts

Having loosened our grip on truth

And watched it sneak out a side door.

We are alone in our heads

And in our hearts.

We are the abandoned who abandon

When love

Hurts.