Sometimes in the evening when love
tunes it's harp and the crickets
celebrate life, I am like a troubadour
in search of friends, loved ones,
anyone who will share with me
a bit of conversation. My loneliness
arrives ghostlike and pretentious
it seeks my soul, it is ravenous
and hurting. I admire my father
who always had advice in these matters,
but a game of chess won't do, or
the frivolity of religion.
I want to find a solution, so I
write letter, poems, and sometimes
I touch solitude on the shoulder
and surrender to a great tranquility.
I understand I need courage
and sometimes, mysteriously,
I feel whole.
A poem by Luis Omar Salinas
Photo by Magicka.com
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Beautiful poem and image. Don't know where you find them, but I'm so jealous.
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Quillfeather, it's always a pleasure having you here :0) xx
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and image, Alina. I like solitude now but I use to find it very difficult to deal with when I was younger. I find moments of peace a good time to be creative and meditate.
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Love, Jo.x
Jo, you are right, when one is young, or should I say "younger" :0) solitude is not appreciated since one is too busy rushing to meet life. I so enjoy your visits! xx
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful picture. I've sent a link to my friend who loves Romany caravans and I'll show my daughter whose favourite colour is purple. Me, I love the combination of both you found here. As for the poem, it sounds lovely, but I'm a dunce when it comes to understanding poetry so I probably miss a lot of the meaning. Thanks for dropping by my blog. Hope to see you again sometime. xx
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