Her auburn hair’s free flow,
Was held captive and distressed.
As she locked on to the unseen,
Bracing against the unrest…
The unseasonably frigid chill,
An abrupt, assertive breeze,
Stole the tranquil solitude
She had sought with need.
The wind, a threatening howl,
Cold and hollow.
As friend or foe.
Floral surroundings, unaffected,
Nature’s skin was still and balanced.
Yet she was set ablaze,
By the unnatural and savage.
Deadened movements, frail,
Under the spell of time’s suspension.
Questioning in her heart and mind,
Why is this happening… Yet Again?
Against unknown odds
Far removed from urban plights
A single piece if paper
A faith orchestrated flight
Released from hopeful hands
Solitude, her company
Unsure of the final destination
She paints mental pictures of real fantasies
For, what are we without our dreams
Without our untamed ponderings
Strange as the thought may be
We’re each paper planes set free
I like to be alone, but,
What if I had no one?
Floating in space, no link,
By nothingness, overcome.
Solitude I cherish, but,
What if I become lost?
Make a wrong turn upon a path,
My goals of peace, for nought?
I’d rather stay to myself, but,
What if it’s not about me?
Hiding the chance to share my light,
And give love to those in need…
Taking a moment alone,
I consider being by myself.
Solitude at hand,
I need to get out of me for a spell…
There is a shell beside me now,
I retrieved from the ocean blue.
I place my ear against its form,
Hearing the sounds of waves made new.
The air is laced with a delicate mist,
The wind is random and sporadic.
Gulls soar and dive with precision,
I know electric enchantment in the synaptic.
Individual grains of sand take flight,
Capsules of histories’ lasting imprints.
Evidential footprints untouched,
To be washed away by salty grips.
The feelings adrift within my core,
Align with the tides’ ebb and flow.
Calmness blankets my spirit,
Peace refreshes my soul.
I am wrapped in solitude’s stillness,
Safe upon the diminishing shoreline.
As I ponder things of old,
Swallowed by the sea over time.
Old poem revision.
Zipping by, you caught my eye,
It was just you and me.
Elevated within a dusty landscape,
You danced among the manzanita tree.
A winged jewel,
Light, a servant to your colorful arrangement.
My eyes could not look away,
Mesmerized by the iridescent.
I watched as you took moments to rest,
Wondering if you knew I was present,
Intrigued that you were alone like me,
Party to solitudes’ peaceful gifts.
Upon discovering your name,
I find it suits your beauty.
Dear Anna’s hummingbird,
Thanks for pausing to let me see.
Just outside her window,
A sheet of glass away.
She sees past the familiar,
Through unrelenting drops of rain.
Life in graceful color,
Wings she wishes she knew.
To fly her from the four wall perimeter,
Which has dominated her view.