Solitude from a Window

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    • Brad1
    • Wow how life is fuel for the scribes.

    Solitude from a Window

    Rain beats against the window pane.
    As water cascades down, blurred to vague.
    The house is still for I am the only one in it.
    The rain plays a song like a cadence of
    unconventional rhythm and flow.

    The mind becomes numb as if it were
    in a peaceful trance.
    Like watching the painted line on the side of a road
    from a backseat window.

    The rain is inconsistent as it's power increases and decreases
    as if the water was being sprayed and swayed
    over and over again on
    a wide tin roof from a garden hose.
     
    My elbows perched on the table
    as I make a head rest
    with my hands on my cheeks.
    The coffee on the table, sitting between my
    elbows, is bellowing warm clouds up my neck, as
    the aromas give a stimulating sense of security.

    Tranquil, rolling thunder echoes softly in the background,
    like a bass drum in a distant parade.
    This is my serenity. This is my most relaxing state.

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    johnnyqueer commented on Solitude from a Window

    01-05-2010

    this is reallly pretty, it reminds me of a poem i wrote last year. keep up the good work this poem is awesome.

    knight4696 commented on Solitude from a Window

    10-02-2009

    Brad - Great use of Imagery and comparisons. I could picture you peering out the window and contemplating your surroundings over your cup of coffee. A very vivid look into your serenity. A nice job with this!

    am2anangel commented on Solitude from a Window

    10-02-2009

    The way you prayed on each of the readers senses in this piece was amazing. The tastes the sounds, the smells, the site, and sounds. Amazing job bringing this piece to life.

    Brad1

    10/02/2009

    Thank you very much. I've always focused on rhyme and not the senses..this was my first piece where I said to hell with the rhyme lets captivate something.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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