The path is wide enough to share
I need not walk alone
I need not walk alone
Tag: solitude
The Gaze
I wonder now
In those quiet moments
Of public solitude
Am I often the object
Of a gaze
In those quiet moments
Of public solitude
Am I often the object
Of a gaze
The Assurances of the Shoreline
I let the tide
Carry my worries away
As the sea whispers
Sweet lullabies
In timeless rhythm
Carry my worries away
As the sea whispers
Sweet lullabies
In timeless rhythm
Just my thoughts and my eye
In dappled sun
Breezes ruffle
Pastel petals
Stems buck and sway
Breezes ruffle
Pastel petals
Stems buck and sway
Camera and I lying
In long grass
Ants trundling
Across thighs and calves
Dragonflies
Hover and dart
Seek mosquitoes
And deer flies
Islands ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #66
I make an Island of myself
Against every prohibition
Bask in the sun
On isolated shores
Against every prohibition
Bask in the sun
On isolated shores
Until the gloom rolls in
And I see the distant lights
Across the unbridged gap
Understanding at last
The vulnerability
Of this small Islet of Me
Amiss in a vast
And lonely sea
Transitions
The last of fall’s vibrance
Lingering
The trail from the beach
Transitioning
Lingering
The trail from the beach
Transitioning
From bathers and sun-seekers
The summer of crowds
To seekers of solitude
Contemplative connection
With Earth and sea
And self
This Wintry Road
This wintry road I travel by
Takes me through a country wide
Feathered here and there with buttes
Which break the plain to just one side
Takes me through a country wide
Feathered here and there with buttes
Which break the plain to just one side
A single car approaches me
Then whistles by
The last I’ll see
Before sky fades and daylight flies
Cruise or Hover
Cruising through
This exquisite solitude
Gift of remote places
And empty highways
This exquisite solitude
Gift of remote places
And empty highways
The specks
On my windshield
Remind me
Revel in this experience
Test of Mettle
I love a deserted beach
On a hot day
With a cool onshore breeze
The surf a subtle metronome
Counting out my breaths
A calming solitude
Existence
Languid, placid serenity
On a hot day
With a cool onshore breeze
The surf a subtle metronome
Counting out my breaths
A calming solitude
Existence
Languid, placid serenity
I love also this frozen range
Its crystalline air
With a cutting wind
Driving the storm my way
Stealing my breath
A vulnerable solitude
Presence
Aware, active vigilance
Small Wonders
The heat of the day lingers
Even as the low haze
Filters the sunken sun
Even as the low haze
Filters the sunken sun
I stop for a moment
Lean up against the fender
In the dry, brittle air
While the engine tinks and cracks
I never tire
Of the small wonders this world offers
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