The Cure

When I'm awash with ennui I need no rushed society, Imposing in their immensity There is solitude and mystery, I scramble above the riven scree Where a soul is truly free, To marvel then at what I see Mountains are the cure for me. Entry for First Time Here - Any Monorhyme Poetry Contest Sponsored by Wiliam Kekaula 10/1/2020. Placed=1st.

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Hilo Poet

Date: 1/15/2020 3:14:00 PM

An absolutely riveting gem you have written here Gary, my heartfelt thanks for your participation my friend, and my compliments on your 1st place win~@wk

Gary Smith
Date: 1/15/2020 3:32:00 PM

Thank you William. :)

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 1/11/2020 1:02:00 PM

I love living in the mountains. It makes me feel like I'm closer to heaven amidst the clouds. A lovely monorhyme Gary. Best of luck in the contest. xxoo

Gary Smith
Date: 1/11/2020 3:19:00 PM

Thank you Connie, I spend a lot of time out on the Cumbrian Fells. :)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/10/2020 12:39:00 PM

Great cure! Now you are a 'Mountain Man' or perhaps a 'Man-Mountain!' :) ~ Mountain of a Man

Gary Smith
Date: 1/10/2020 12:40:00 PM

Lol, thank you Gershon. :)

Lin Lane

Date: 1/10/2020 8:37:00 AM

I could be cured of noise pollution there. Move over, Gary. Great word choices... riven scree and ennui are vocabulary jewels.

Gary Smith
Date: 1/10/2020 8:49:00 AM

Thank you Lin. :)