The Solitary Meet

~

That bench and all it heard

At the corner, turning dusk

When solitude met peace

They sat in silence close

Pouring the day in icy breaths

Words frozen on the air

Mingling mists and coming night

Clouds passed their lips

Dusting sugar from their fingers

Not one single witness

To their quiet, solitary meet

~

 

 

(Inspired by ‘Cold Bench’ by BuddhaRocks as pictured above. You can view more of his pictures here http://buddharocks.deviantart.com/gallery/ This poem is for The Buddha Rocks Project as hosted by Evelyn at http://fillingahole.wordpress.com/)

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Evelyn
    Dec 14, 2011 @ 18:38:16

    “Pouring the day in icy breaths
    Words frozen on the air”
    I totally know this feeling. freaking magical.
    great post!

    Reply

  2. Eric
    Dec 14, 2011 @ 18:51:52

    Cool words for a cold seat and a chilly meet.

    Reply

  3. Billie Jo Woods
    Dec 14, 2011 @ 21:03:10

    This has an enchanting quality to it as though I want to become part of the icy solitude too!

    Reply

  4. hollyannegetspoetic
    Dec 18, 2011 @ 01:29:11

    You certainly get a feeling of chilly intensity here. Like it.

    Reply

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