WOMAN IN THE KAYAK (for Lens-Artist Challenge #52 – Serenity)

Her arms and oar move as one Like breath, rising and falling She glides like a dream Will and body, woman and vessel a harmony the water sings, tunes out the cacophony. She lifts up her face towards the solitude infused skies – Her heart knows its place Her soul beholds more than existence. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

SOLITUDE

Dance to the music playing in your soul Exult in the moment fading quickly Gather the memories like roses from a lover’s hands Harboring each flower and each thorn in the intimacy of solitude. ~~~~~~   Linking with Open Link Night #230

IF ONLY (WPC: Solitude)

“We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.” ~ C.S. Lewis Somewhere in the day, between duties and daydreams Solitude awaits to dispense her blessings – a book of introduction to people I would never have known, words in a jumble wishing

SILENCE

Silence is the song my solitude sings Tranquil currents wash over me Tame the disquiet rising within The senses grow still A blessed pause My soul savors the beauty of this moment.

SOLITUDE

The clouds paint a story The trees whisper secrets I ponder What do they say? In solitude I keep silent So I can listen. ~~~~ I’ve been enjoying taking pictures with my (Honor) phone lately.  This is one of them.  I’ve been posting most of them in Instagram. Do drop by when you have a

SOLITUDE (for DVERSE)

I dare not be silent for I am afraid my own soul shall speak of truth I do not wish to hear. Where shall I hide from the tide that will sweep me clean of myself? There, in the praise of people, in the shelter of kindred thoughts that lift me up high and shield

CARDINAL WITHOUT A SONG

The cardinal watched from his branch. No song spilled from his breast. I used to hear his serenade thread the air in the yard as the sun found its place up in the eastern skies. What could have silenced his full throated notes? The cardinal sat alone in the shadows of the twigs watching as

TREASURES

Inside the box lie the treasures of his years Inside the box dog-eared letters and photographs brighten his solitude with tears what’s  left  of  him could fit in there inside the box. ~~~~~ For dVerse Poets’ Pub – FORM FOR ALL: RONDELET.  🙂 Check out the link for more of this poetry form and for

RECOLLECTION

Night is paradise. She is queen under the watchful moon shedding her skin. She greets the self she rarely sees takes to her shelter on her knees Safe from the eyes of the world her inhibitions fall She opens the wings of her soul lets them soar to the heavens and fall to the sleepless