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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

In the Sweetest Abyss of Solitude: A Poem by Tracy A Gibbons


A Poem by Tracy A Gibbons 

The cool water whirls between my toes
Jeans rolled up above my knees
Dirt from the pathway above trickles down the hill
Trees spinning in every direction
Protecting me in my spot

My territory


A bird in the distance echoes a sweet lullaby
I could almost dream to the sound
But I would rather stay here

Indian paintbrush spreads like wildfire among these ditches
It's as if you could pick it and eat it for dinner
Connecting with the universe
Through soil


My spot swallowing me whole
And I would not have it any other way
In the sweetest abyss of solitude
Alone at last


White noise of nature
A streak of sky through the tree tops
The waterfall only big enough for a fairy


I can see the remains of the dust from a previous visitor
Footsteps getting closer
Closer



I duck into my cavern among the sweetest lullaby and edible flowers


Only I know the password
Away from the outside strangers with nothing but bland points of view 


For the fairy in us all 
seeking solitude 


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4 comments:

Molly H said...

Love you Tracy

Madeline Vance said...

Omg I absolutely ❤❤❤ this!

Susan J Meyerott, M.S. said...

Molly girl I passed your love onto Tracy! xoxoxox

Susan J Meyerott, M.S. said...

Madeline, Tracy is my daughter! I'm glad her poetry spoke to you as it did to me! xoxoxo