Friday, October 26, 2012

Solitude is an Empty Porch Swing

Solitude is
An empty porch swing
Rocking back and forth
In the wind.

Tap. Tap. 
One shoe pushes the ground
Just hard enough
To go faster than
The breeze.

The girl waits
In silence
Unsure of why.

A bell tolls the noon hour
But she sits
Still as still.

the Outside is empty
Coated with snow
And dead rose bushes

She doesn’t care
Her swing
back and forth
in Rhythm with her breath.

As the wind toys 
With her hair
And the snow
And the rose petals, brown with frost.

Solitude is all she craves
for the Silence
and the Wind
and the empty porch 
Are the best of

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