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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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Date: 10/9/2018 12:43:00 AM
I almost felt the solitude amidst nowhere, a lovely poem, and I agree in solitude you often hear your inner voice singing.
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Gayle Rodd
Date: 10/24/2018 6:30:00 PM
Thank you for your kind words
Date: 1/2/2018 6:27:00 AM
I love this poem Gayle. You painted solitude wonderfully with your words.
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Date: 9/18/2017 4:14:00 PM
Delightful poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Date: 3/9/2017 7:35:00 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.
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Gayle Rodd
Date: 3/9/2017 8:02:00 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
Date: 3/8/2017 9:45:00 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.
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Gayle Rodd
Date: 3/9/2017 5:54:00 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.

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