Amongst the hordes of golden fields,
I stand in eremitic silence.
A flash of crimson thought explodes,
a single rose brings me home.
Author notes
Prompt: I am looking for an observation made in solitude.
A contest entry
- solitude by tara wilson.
2700 points, ended August 20, 2008, 42 entries
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Comments
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oh - this has me looking up the word eremitic....lol..
it is funny how a vision of something like this, in some place can bring us to another..I like this poem...thanks so much for your entry


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Provocative piece ... strong imagery ... and you bring it all home at the end.
Thanks for this.

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This works!


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great write on prompt Jems

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