Cacophonous convergences,
friendly pretexts sans love,
ears hungry for news
that die in seconds,
lustful glances,
senseless speech,
selfish hearts...
they leave me cold
I know no one who cares
for the deeper concerns
of others in overcrowded places,
in search of nothing but
instant gratifications
I escape for an hour's walk
in the countryside
where the tall, quiet trees
stand sentinel, throw their
extending shades on
my aching thoughts
Moments grasped in
birdsong sights,
in rainless winds
that move white clouds
over my head
The varying smells of dust
that rise above my feet
as I forsake fine steps
to stay firm on the ground
You come in search of me
like a forgotten sweetheart,
finding the way out of your
hiding place in my mind's
dusty corners
You fill my soul,
liven up the lonely sighs
and here we are...
with these sweet words
extracted from
the bliss of solitude
A contest entry
- The Bliss of Solitude by Pamela A Lamppa.
3500 points, ended March 25, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent Well deserving of a bronze and better very good indeed!
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Great piece here
Yes I find people no longer searches for solitude for there are afraid of what their minds reviews . Like a bad dream so many feels within the silence brings back old memories of pain and sorrows they would rather leave behind so they dwell within the world of total noise and confusion their safe place .But my safe place is like floating in a boat down the river with soft music playing so lightly so not to drown out the birds in son and the wildlife the trickle of the water along side and the song from the wind through the trees. thats heaven to me
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I'm not sure who might have followed into this beautiful write to ease the concience that plagues the sympathetic, empathic heart and mind.
So, I'm again wander and think what "old friend" might follow me and ease a heavy heart or chase away the troubles in mind...
I do...
not my concrete form, not the aging shell of flesh that strives for human vanity and wears the acceptable masks of civilized worlds...
the me that can seep through granite walls, nestle in pillows on a weepy midnight, solve a spiritual rubix cube in in 10 seconds or less under pressure. That me is is always there but its when the world falls away and I go looking for her that we find a chance to meet in the silence and map our way back into a personal peace and balance.
Some people close to me say that sounds egotistical, but I can't agree. I can't help them, can't nurture them, can't guide or even laugh and live with them.... if I can't do all those things for myself and by myself as well.
"Me" time is therapy for my spirit so that I can repair my body and mind, the very vehicle that allows me to keep travelling down roads. It takes only an hour or two a week, so little investment for so much benefit.
s and best wishes... ~Genie~
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My friend, what a pleasure to see your name pop up at the close of this contest. Truly an amazing and most wonderful piece entered. Thank you so much for this. I am truly honored. Congratulations on your trophy! ~Pamela
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And when all is said and done, there remains a quiet...
You have presented a beauty. The escape from the fight is utter bliss indeed and your visually exciting descriptions have left me near feeling it myself.
A delightful and wonderful entry to this contest. Well done poet. Best of luck in the judging. Ahh. Nice stuff here. ~Pamela
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Oh this is just perfect
the bliss of solitude. After so many years of busy-ness, the bliss of solitude evades me more than ever. I thought when I had BIG babies (19, 17 and 15) that I would have some down time. But I have even less than I had 10 years ago... O the irony. x
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"You fill my soul,
liven up the lonely sighs
and here we are...
with these sweet words
extracted from
the bliss of solitude"
Very well written my talented friend! Few can equal your sure touch... Good luck in the contest!
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Humm..yes the longings are like the birds flying towards the lovers..Indeed a piece coming from the heart itself..well done
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Really a master piece my friend. I enjoyed and related to reading it. Every one is occupied with one self, that is the bane of the world.Very well penned and best of luck in the contest....Venu
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Very well done brother! The diction and flow was quite strong indeed! A most worthy entry.
Love and peace,
mj.
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An elegant piece of writing that satisfies through its resolution. You have a wonderful ability to get to the nub of the matter in so few words, so many writers "over-egg the pudding" by going on and on beyond belief.
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Beautifully written!
Such lovely imagery and emotion fill this wonderful poem...
I loved it from beginning to end
Lynda
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