Gary Smith Poet Monorhyme

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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William Kelii Kekaula January 15, 2020 at 3:14 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 January 15, 2020 at 3:32 PM Thank you William. :)

Connie Marcum Wong January 11, 2020 at 1:02 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 January 11, 2020 at 3:19 PM Thank you Connie, I spend a lot of time out on the Cumbrian Fells. :)

Gershon Wolf January 10, 2020 at 12:39 PM Great cure! Now you are a 'Mountain Man' or perhaps a 'Man-Mountain!' :) ~ Mountain of a Man Gary Smith January 10, 2020 at 12:40 PM Lol, thank you Gershon. :)

Lin Lane January 10, 2020 at 8:37 AM I could be cured of noise pollution there. Move over, Gary. Great word choices... riven scree and ennui are vocabulary jewels. Gary Smith January 10, 2020 at 8:49 AM Thank you Lin. :)