Written during a writing exercise at Contemplicity [link] It is about two types of being alone, alone before love and alone afer love has come and gone. The preview image was taken on my travels in Ireland. Hope you enjoy, take care
I feel such melancholy reading this, but it's a beautiful feeling, and this speaks well for the success of your poem. I love the minimal structure, with well placed pauses supplying a feeling of timelessness, and such perfectly conceived key words as “meadow,” “silk,” “fragrance, and “ocean” opening the senses and stirring the emotions. I hope this young woman will one day find what or who she's waiting for, and I wish I could be that “who” and end her loneliness.