Solitude

poem by: Michael Wise
Written on Nov 15, 2018

The old street lamps have lent a glow
to foggy mists engulfing them
the ground is wet with dots of color
from each fallen leaf and stem

This autumn night as I stroll past
these nineteenth century homes of old
like ghosts that dimly show themselves
their silent presence leaves you cold

My footsteps break the eerie quiet
through the puddles left by rain
the only other sign of life
the distant sounding of a train

This is my favorite time to walk
so late at night when all is still
free to think without disturbance
unencumbered in my will

The late October crispness of
the cool damp air is oh so sweet
with smokey smell of fires lit
from chimneys up and down the street

Without distractions in the night
content in being on my own
there's peacefulness in solitude
I much prefer to walk alone



© Mike Wise
11/14/18

 

Tags: Deep, Wishful, Imagery, Beat, Rhyme, Happy,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 15, 2018 at 8:41am
This poem paints a lovely picture...I can smell the coal fires Michael....
Michael Wise commented on Nov 15, 2018 at 11:19am
Indeed, so can I Frank. Thank u.
Ellen early commented on Nov 15, 2018 at 12:33pm
Good imagery, thanks for taking me on a walk!
Michael Wise commented on Nov 15, 2018 at 8:30pm
You're welcome Ellen!
Christopher Russon commented on Nov 21, 2018 at 8:41pm
Takes me back to the days of coal fires And of course burning wood.excellent poem Michael.
Michael Wise commented on Nov 30, 2018 at 8:30pm
Thank u Chris!
A previous user commented on Dec 03, 2018 at 2:40am
Sounds like a nice walk under an autumn moon. Nice poem Mike :)
Michael Wise commented on Dec 03, 2018 at 7:38pm
Thank u very much A Slow Heyoka!

 

 

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