The Gymnosolitude of Argnemdúl

This is my first poem. As such, it is bound to be flawed. But as with everything in life, practice and time shall refine and improve it.

Leaden mists envelope desolate land,

As I, wraithlike, struggle ever forward.

The somber air, laden with the waters

Of lamentation, like a sea of pain,

Hangs in the air, gilded not by the sun.

‘Will there be solace, breeze of comfort come,

To this dark wood, and heart of an even

More darkling hue,’ my heart asks as I go.

Then, in this gray, I perceived beauty, girded

By drear cloak of storm and cold and shadow.

Is not jewel hidden beneath dismal stone?

Or riches within the dragon’s foul lair?

Can clouded skies be really so bad if

Grey doth be the presence of all colors?

Author's Note

Gymnosolitude is a genera describing the happiness, melancholy and sadness of walking in solitude started by Finnish composer Tuukka Jokilehto.