solitude burning like a wild fire

solitude burning like a wild fire
at the turn of day doing
reeks of old tree tales rolling
like grass in tidal waves

no master plan peekaboo done
can surrender to hands
revealing faces like ghosts
on the end run to another side




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-06-03 at 11:13

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice. I think that small pieces of your work would be great read out as introductions to scenes in a movie. When I become a millionaire and make that movie I am always planning I will let you know :)
2016-06-09



The last two lines are particularly strong.
Solitude is worst when surrounded by people when there is only one we want, who is not there.
Ashe
2016-06-03