Atmosphere of Solitude

The River pulls me into His thoughts, effortlessly mesmerizing

With His calm dressed in the velvet trappings of Night

I embrace my knees on the cushioned bank and drink

In the quiet atmosphere of my solitude, pushing away

The battles waged in my little heart- oh tears, you come

Too easily as of late- whether of joy or of pain- the solitude

Pulls them out and I watch them move, serpentine, towards

The arms of the River-He strings them onto a ray of starlight

And presents me with a necklace of sorrowful diamonds that

Crack as soon as they fill my hand- I viciously murder the sweet

Blossoms near my hand and cast their remnants into the current

I rise quieted, pull myself into myself,  and go to those four walls.

 

 

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

Fine well written poem, like the use of the upper case for the pronoun,gives the river a god-like character,lots of good phrases, well done.

[Larry Dyson]

@ Emma...ive always said women were fortunate that they have that release valve....crying...emotional release...I believe it ties things together...

[emmajoy]

You truly create a picture of being alone, feeling a myriad of emotions .. seems that place allows you to cry then, cleanses you, makes you feel whole again ..

Beautiful words .. I rise quieted, pull myself into myself

[Larry Dyson]

River as a He ..novel thought but carried off as he gifts you with diamonds and you return petals..only to return to the quiet of four walls..oh that the day were your present...how would you squander the entire 8 hrs? Laury

[Ed Hart]

i don't think it's supposed to be like this