Sunday, March 18, 2007

S.O.L.I.T.U.D.E


Safe from opinions


On your own, alone is bliss


Little can they do to you


Inside yourself you abode


Timeless, spaceless imagination


Untainted hopes and aspirations


Deepest anger and hate


Everything is treasured in solitude


2 comments:

songinwind said...

You have a very nice blog..i would be honored to link to your blog..
~peace and blessings~

paula parent said...

THANKS.

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry
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