I palmed a polished pebble
sensed its surface — skin-
like; stayed silent,
strong between my breath
and seashell-sounds of self.
I talked to scents of spring
spiderwebbed myself
an earthworm…
listened to my heart
drawing circles
in wide-eyed lucent dreams.
Solitude by Gustave Courbet
A short poem on solitude and what you can find there for my prompt at dVerse.
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May 5, 2020
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Such a quiet poem, Björn, and so introspective. I have several pebbles I love to hold in my hand. I especially love the lines:
‘…stayed silent,
strong between my breath
and seashell-sounds of self’.
That is exactly what silence sounds like.
It feels like a lonely place, with no feedback, except for the heat the pebble gave back to you.
On each reread, something else works its way out of this poem. Very much how solitude opens you up to the world around you steadily. Wonderfully done.
Oh this is lovely Bjorn!
I like the notion of a “seashell sound of self” and “spiderwebbed myself”.
You remind us that we all sprang from the sea.
Nice line: “and seashell-sounds of self.”
Sounds like a great place to be. The polished stone strong and silent is a great image!
this has a peaceful feel
Quiet, peaceful, solemn and sweet…all of what solitude is!
This is very beautiful. The images of ‘sea shell sounds of self’ will stay with me for a long time.
This is very beautiful. The images of ‘sea shell sounds of self’ will stay with me for a long time.
The natural world is a good place for solitude.(K)
Polished pebbles lend themselves to contemplation!
Every line is so beautiful and vivid!
This is beautiful. I feel that you felt at one with everything around you.
That seashell sound – just perfectly captures it. This poem was like a cool glass of water for me. Just lovely.
Exquisitely beautiful!
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Truly beautiful!
Having that sense of being a natural part of all that surrounds you is a gift.
Almost feels like you have to read it in a whisper!
kaykuala
an earthworm…
listened to my heart
In our moments of solitude there are still within us elements wanting to venture out.
Hank
Gentle and serene. Dense but light. Nicely done.
Lovely poem, Bjorn — I think you crack the oyster of solitude so well here, showing the pearl hidden within. Solitude brings the world into the self.
this is indeed solitude. beautiful, Bjorn.