Gayle Rodd Poet Rhyme

The Price of Solitude

The moonlight peered slyly through the evergreen trees
A tattered moth caught in the gust of the breeze
Took a dangerous dive towards the crackling fire
The smoke swirled and slithered as the embers rose higher

Wet, soggy mosses that dampened the wood
Bogged me down slowly wherever I stood
I breathed to the rhythm of a cricket's song
That sang far off somewhere under the lawn

The mountains loomed ominous over my head
clouds gathered in masses and filled me with dread
What price did I pay for my privacy here?
Reward was the solitude well worth the fear

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Aniruddha Pathak October 9, 2018 at 12:43 AM I almost felt the solitude amidst nowhere, a lovely poem, and I agree in solitude you often hear your inner voice singing. Gayle Rodd October 24, 2018 at 6:30 PM Thank you for your kind words

Michael Thompson January 2, 2018 at 6:27 AM I love this poem Gayle. You painted solitude wonderfully with your words.

Line Gauthier September 18, 2017 at 4:14 PM Delightful poem. Thank you for sharing.

Chris Green March 9, 2017 at 7:35 AM Once again the cadence was so melodic I found myself singing this as I read it. Beautifully done Gayle and solitude is wonderful, regardless of how hard it is to find. Gayle Rodd March 9, 2017 at 8:02 AM I appreciate your kind words Chris and you get my meaning. I think that was what I was goin' for - I'm willing to risk a lot for solitude. ( Just call me a practicing introvert!) :D

Erik Savage March 8, 2017 at 9:45 PM Gayle, I really appreciate the flowing rhythm you have in many of your poems. There is something truly profound to be found alone in the woods at night. Gayle Rodd March 9, 2017 at 5:54 AM Thank you, Erik. I think that rhythm is stuck in my head! I try and change up the style but always seem to return to it.