after a rain

It's hard to find some quiet in the city, but you can. You step out of the office, ignore the machines for a while, take a breather, a smoke. Read a book (yes a book, not a cell phone) in the train. Allow some time just for yourself. Solitude can refresh.

I wrote and posted this poem a few years back, on this blog. This poem was inspired by a song, November Rain.

photo by dsnake1



after a rain



sometimes

i find joy
in solitude
but do not
mistaken it
for
loneliness

because

i hear
the quiet
of leaves
      falling
like dew

feel the ebb
of sea waves
caressing
      shifting sands
unwilling yet
to yield

and i
shelter
in the dark
like bats
      seeking
moonlight

waiting

the acrid
ash
of anger
to
sink to
an abyss

then
like a rush
of fresh wind
after
     a rain
face the world

again.


03/10/06
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"Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.” 

-- Kahlil Gibran


Shared on Poetry Pantry #164 at Poets United.

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