When the party’s over
where to go from here?
curl into a den of woe
and wait to disappear?
Breaths of life sustains me
when others fill my room
without their presence, the lonely heart
retreats within the womb
Why must I be so absent
in the carriage of myself
that I sit so idly dormant
on a dusty solo shelf
Do only I allow to see
myself through other’s eyes?
Surely there’s another way
than gowns that glamorize.
Will you row beside me on a lake layered blue
To glide past the mountains in calm solitude
Through ripples of water, a quiet bouquet
just thoughts, without words in a silent buffet
Where worry dissolves with each stroke of the oar
And Nature brings peace, and the soul it restores
— by C. Dennis-Willingham
Me, my camera, and nature = Bliss.
A Solitary moment.
Daily Word Prompt
Green – the color of magic.
Music ‘tis the calm for the soul
its lingering presence of tone
So sweet the sound, to which I’m bound
Doth keep me from being alone.
Refrain! I beg the timbered tone
Do not renounce these ears!
For with it not, the peace once sought
Is severed when once sincere.