Solitude.
A whale rises from the depths of the ocean,
His body black against the blue of the sea;
Yet, he is neither sinister nor harmful.
He frolics in joy upon the surface,
Broaching in great showers of spray,
His huge tail smashing the waves;
And he is beautiful.
A mighty stag stands upon the moor and tosses his head.
His pride feels not the hail not the sleet.
Bracken and the purple heather are his carpet.
I am his enemy, but he doesn't hate me;
How then, can I hurt him,
For he is unafraid,
And he is beautiful.
An oystercatcher's lonely call drifts and echoes on the shore;
Desolate, just he and I together.
Breakers crash and tumble onto the sand
The drag my soul into the slate-grey sea.
Dark clouds haunt the horizon,
Overshadowing my very thoughts;
Yet, it is beautiful.
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I took the photo
Such a beautiful poem that fills one with such admiration for the wonderful nature surrounding us and which we so often forget to even look for..A lovely piece of work and pinned for future reads when i need my soul reviving! Lodigiana xx
Thank you so much, this is still one of my favourite poems.
..And rightly so Paul..I really think this should be a contest nominee..for me it represents what good poetry is all about,a pictorial image created in words which allows the reader to empathise totally with the emotions being expressed by the writer..nice work Sir! Lodigiana x
I am delighted that you like my poem, I shall try to continue with the compliments you pay me, thank you very much
Paul