Solitude, I dream
of expansive landscapes,
crave your panoramic
silence, thrill to the ideal
of your boundless sanctity
Solitude, you wrap me
in separateness, strip away
my cardboard walls, tear
at the corners of my instability;
no refuge from the stillness
Solitude, I am smothered
by your starkness, by my
starkness, cries of madness
reverberating through vast
canyons of aloneness.
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Poetry In the Waiting
Finding the odd among the ordinary
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Dedicated to A.
Dream - Believe - Create
EVERY HEART HOLDS A STORY...
Photography, memoirs, random thoughts.
In Greek mythology, Cassandra was a cursed prophetess. She was gifted with prophecy but the curse ensured her predictions would never be believed. Not that it stopped her from speaking out. It behoves all of us to speak out about what is wrong but also about what is right. We can do that in our creativity whether it be prose, poetry or painting. What matters is the message.
Poetry from Paul Mortimer
Whimsical & Capricious Chatter
Formerly known as Far Out in Africa. This is where I document life as experienced by me
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Discovering the joy of art
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Photographs taken with a point-and-shoot camera journaling everyday life in Central Massachusetts and beyond.
This speaks to me. So perfectly articulated.
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Thank you – I just spent a week alone and isolated – hoped to capture the paradox.
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