Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


13 December 2011



Brittle desolation, a personal retreat

punctuated by Black-Capped Chickadees —

silence in solitude is not what I seek.


I hold on too tightly to things I should release

but I’m learning to listen and learning to see

and once in awhile, I remember to breathe


away from distractions, the noise of the city,

my soul opens up in ways I do not understand.

it’s enough to be without drowning in self-pity,


escaping responsibilities that life demands.

I’m recentered, grounded, refreshed, and connected,

a wanderer trapped within this empty wasteland.


a fifteen minute walk from what I would call home

reminds me I needn’t believe that I’m alone.

13 December, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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