Solitude
poem by:
Michael Wise
Written
on Nov 15, 2018
The old street lamps have lent a glow to foggy mists engulfing them the ground is wet with dots of color from each fallen leaf and stem This autumn night as I stroll past these nineteenth century homes of old like ghosts that dimly show themselves their silent presence leaves you cold My footsteps break the eerie quiet through the puddles left by rain the only other sign of life the distant sounding of a train This is my favorite time to walk so late at night when all is still free to think without disturbance unencumbered in my will The late October crispness of the cool damp air is oh so sweet with smokey smell of fires lit from chimneys up and down the street Without distractions in the night content in being on my own there's peacefulness in solitude I much prefer to walk alone © Mike Wise 11/14/18
Tags: Deep, Wishful, Imagery, Beat, Rhyme, Happy,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 15, 2018 at 8:41am
This poem paints a lovely picture...I can smell the coal fires Michael....
Michael Wise
commented on Nov 15, 2018 at 11:19am
Indeed, so can I Frank. Thank u.
Ellen early
commented on Nov 15, 2018 at 12:33pm
Good imagery, thanks for taking me on a walk!
Michael Wise
commented on Nov 15, 2018 at 8:30pm
You're welcome Ellen!
Christopher Russon
commented on Nov 21, 2018 at 8:41pm
Takes me back to the days of coal fires
And of course burning wood.excellent poem Michael.
Michael Wise
commented on Nov 30, 2018 at 8:30pm
Thank u Chris!
A previous user
commented on Dec 03, 2018 at 2:40am
Sounds like a nice walk under an autumn moon. Nice poem Mike :)
Michael Wise
commented on Dec 03, 2018 at 7:38pm
Thank u very much A Slow Heyoka!
