*Whoosh* Thoughts embedded into my psyche unravel, As I steadily make my way out past the unabating white water. The pure, crisp, salty air fills my nose, lungs, and heart.
*Whoosh* I cast an earnest gaze onto the horizon, Awaiting the surreptitious set waves ever so often. Blue and green liquid energy pouring from every orifice of my soul.
*Whoosh* Tranquility and serenity fill my passionate, lustful existence As I make my way down the line – pumping, carving, turning my board. I utilize the vengeful energy of the waves and soar into interminable bliss.
Becoming one with nature is unpredictable serendipity.
I like Solitude ….. Together I was wondering how secured I am Together I was wondering how safe I am Together I was wondering how much blessed I am Together I was wondering how much cared I am Together I
About the book: This is a selection of poetry about solitude and other obsessions that have distracted, driven, destroyed and / or defined us. Spanning genres, styles, emotions, time & place, these works by a collective of 5 poets are
A descent into the abyss of hell, as the petal of a flower takes flight into the sky above, where the angels govern mortal men, keeping a watchful eye on their sheep. summer night solitude, and a prayer to the
Sweet aching sounds come From an unknown land, Breaking the organised chords of life; They enter into pure soul. This sound that was once the melody, The motion which afforded the paused breath A dancing life like a mermaid And