This is where I have needed to go.
A place where I hear nothing
but the trod of snowshoes
breaking white drifts.
Steam puffs from my breath
and lifts from the heat of my brow.
The world I've entered is watching me,
but I am not afraid. I came here
in a sense to be devoured.
Swallowed by that which is pure.
I make the sacrifice for this peace.
I stop for a moment
Feel my heart pulsing.
I breath in fresh air.
Wide trunks of old growths
surround me.
In the distance
the ice covered stream
flows slowly.
A clump of snow falls
from the branch of a tall pine.
It barely breaks the stillness.
This is the world sleeping.
It is the sound of dreams.
The silence of rest
before the recreation
that comes in the Spring.
I need this healing
from my harried world.
I need to feel pure.
I let myself fall
my body breaks snow.
For a moment I am free.
Author notes
"Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god."
- Sir Francis Bacon,
In a list
A contest entry
- Deeper form of Solitude by Dysphoria.
700 points, ended November 20, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This poem really rocks. I love to go walking in the solitude and peacefulness of the snow. You did awesome with imagery and metaphors in this lovely poem. Please keep penning.
Thank you for the nice read.
Brook
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