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Tag: Solitude

Emergence

So near
yet so distant

I know how trees feel
as the sun kisses them

I see now why they reach up
how they, live and die to feel

So far away
is your smile
and your embrace
yet so near

I know how flowers feel
as the bees drink them

I see now why they blossom
how they, live and die to feel

So, your shadow
reaches in to pluck me from my dreams
from my safe place
from my prison of solitude
yet, there are no prisons
except for those we create within us

I know how rivers feel
as the fish breathe them

I see now how they flow
why they are invisible; feeling

So sublime
is this emergence

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Strands of your smile

To touch
to be touched
to create
and to be created

how wonderful it is
to have that feeling
that delicateness
of your touch
of your creation
even if
even if you are
somewhere other than within
these words

Knowing you
is something other than I can create
for this solitude is my creation
is my touch of knowing you
are there
just there, just out of reach
until there are those moments when
we meet
and your touch
is finer than silk
is the strength and fragility of a cobweb
kissing my creation

I try to find you
but only find strands, strands of your smile
sifting through my mind
creating those moments of touch

and there you drift
upon evening’s breeze
and away
and I am the fool to let you

Nascent

To become
the light within

solitude
this seed grows

to become
the flower of this soul’s

silent
collapse of death

to become
the beginnings of raindrops

aware
of their flight, singing

to become
kisses of existence

unsated
with the orgasm of life’s humid mulch

to become
ancient, inherent, solitary

free
from the awakening of this heart’s tearful beat

and maybe the flowers won’t bloom

tender shoots reach
from the shadows
as the blue sighs
to become the green

It is in those moments
when solitude
aches
to be the sky

slumbering hearts
listen
as the clouds
smile

It is in those moments
when solitude
aches
to believe

a scent of romance
brushes the wild
to drift and become
a rose

It is in those moments
when solitude
aches
to inhale

silent steps
edge closer to reality
as moonlight
brings its own dawn

It is in those moments
when solitude
aches
to flower

and maybe
the flowers won’t bloom
because
they already are

Watching the snowflakes

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
as I listen to, or am bombarded by, the eternal ringing in my ears

Silence is an impossible dream

Watching the leaves in spring stretch and yawn
Watching the rose petals romance the world
Watching the beautiful deaths colour the postcards
Watching the snowflakes’ individualities show us how

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
and here I sit crunching ginger biscuits

Silence is an impossible dream

where dwells the heart

Poetry, such a beautiful thing to feel
such a rose to inhale
such life within such a life within such poetry
and yet
how cold it is to be without it
how lonely
how tiring
and how painful is this echo of darkness
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Poetry
where dwells the heart

Slave

This slave to burning insanity
which resides inside the very core of me
this slave needs to be released
and so become
to sit quietly and drink tea in the silences of mine own apperceptions
; his own mind, free to converse outside the realms of madness
– with what, but a reflection of his solitude

and if he emits some charge of self
will it not simply be a vapour
for what is solitude but ethereal agonies of desire
where with the quest to reach inside his own mind
and pluck at the very core of knowledge
he becomes the teacher of himself
; my own mind, sat as it is in perpetual darkness, a slave
– to what, but a reflection of my solitude, mine own apperception of life

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