Taciturn

Taciturn

A Poem by Charles
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Persistence is an essential quality...

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In the emptiness of the night air
my breath became labored in
the stillness of the woods.
Shivers extended through the cold and
lack of certain and familiar sight.
To remain in place would be to
accept in fatigue, as if any
movement might be unwise.
As fatigue became my friend
I argued how sloth would make
an unacceptable pet, as he stroked it's
neck to make a friend of it, too.
Only the mist from my lungs
made sense as it moved away
gently without disturbing the cold
but becoming part of the stillness
by disappearing quickly away,
just as I needed and wanted to.
He made me laugh out loud
after a moment, reminding me
of another moment in time.
When I have been made of
better role model stuff.
I began to want to impress my new
friend with a whole new level of
subjection, the coldest feeling yet.
As fatigue became a beacon that
enlightened me to the emptiness
of the night air, he and
I labored through the still woods
watching the mist disappear.

© 2010 Charles


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Excellent write. It's so expressive and beautiful. I'm really feeling it.

Thank You.

Posted 14 Years Ago


...This is interesting I found it to be once again something different to write about. You did a GREAT job on this!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Great imagery here. I can envision it quite clearly. You use words quite well. Nice write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


"Fatigue became my friend" beautiful! I love they way you give fatigue it's own identity and how you feed on that separate energy to overcome your task with applied will power!!!! Brilliant!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


A good taste of Victorian and Romantic periods.

Posted 14 Years Ago


as an endurance athlete I can relate to this in many ways ..

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow, I like this alot! My favorite line is 'my breath became labored, in the stillness of the woods' Very descriptive, I enjoyed reading this! Keep it up!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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