Solitary Strength

isolation

———————-

Solitary and alone….

Painted with hope and skybound….

Tasting the pure marshmallow fluff

of the clouds….

And even after a fall from grace…

The ground absorbed the impact with the

tallest of soft grasses…

Bouncing me upwards….

To perch upon a narrow roof…

Anchored within the wood…

Never to fly again…

But at least with the breeze on my face…

 my lungs filled with the bluest blue…

And the sun

in my eyes….

I can sit and remember the time…

That I tasted the clouds…

—————

David L. Whitman 11/30/2012 solitary but strong….

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13 thoughts on “Solitary Strength

  1. This one is so mixed, the joy, the plummet, the lift, the solidity…it twists and turns and feels happy, then sad, then a sinking/non sinking place…it’s complex. A bit of a mind trip. A thinker for sure. Hope you are well tonight. Thanks as always for taking us through your mind.

  2. There is nothing more to say Lady day said almost everything 😉
    Well I really like your poem endings

    I can sit and remember the time…
    That I tasted the clouds…

    Last line is sooo special.

  3. Absolutely delightful poem, David!

    “… My Lungs filled with the curse blue …

    And the sun

    in my eyes ….

    I Can sit and remember the time …

    That I tasted the clouds … ” — I love very, very much!
    Thank you so much!

    Warm wishes for you, David! Stefania fondly! 🙂

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