Oh Solitude,
Wrap your golden arms around my shoulders,
Hold me in your silence.
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Replace roarkus voices
With the hurly-burly of the brook,
Babbling by.
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Change the traffic
Into birdsong, let the nightingale
Sing me her grateful melody.
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Let me escape the busy-ness,
Give me exquisite delight, in
Sounds of nature, green and gold.
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Ruth Stewart
Never one to do one thing at a time, I'm currently writing a horror novel and a book of poetry for the daughters of narcissists. Come back soon for a link to be included in all my news, on Vocal and elsewhere. I'd love to get to know you!
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By Shirley Belk6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Oh, how I love the quiet, especially after the holidays
Ah lovely! I do like the quiet.
Evocative work, good job!
Really rather beautiful.