Awakening Solitude Poem by Ernestine Northover

Awakening Solitude

Rating: 5.0


Along the cliffs,
the Swifts,
dart and dive through early drifting mists.

The clover, pink,
lifts its globular heads to morning dew,
and a handful of intrepid cyclists.

A fog horn sounds,
across the water,
echoing above the birds shrill songs
making them scatter.

No matter.

They will return again,
and resume their bright and cheerful communal chatter.

A seagull rides the thermals, its habitude,
hovering.
He's shrewd, always searching for food,
and one feels that one could easily intrude
upon this awakening solitude.

Glancing out to sea, you observe
that the haze is clearing,
and as you gaze,
you raise your eyes skywards
and liaise with the firmament,
your mind meditating
in a contented praise.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Blakemore 13 March 2008

Great poetry. I can picture the scene in my mind. Beautifully written. Andrew x

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Duncan Wyllie 25 August 2006

A wonderful poem that glides off the tongue with the ease of an accomplished ballet dancer Just beautiful Love duncan X

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Joseph Daly 24 August 2006

This is what most think of when they think of poetry: A blending of words and imagery, skillfully designed to elicit and emotion. This has it all. A beautiful piece. There is some much toadmire and lose oneself in.

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 24 August 2006

Mornings like this? Thats why the Afterlife was created, I think, maybe.....IN THE MEANWHILE, BACK ON PLANET EARTH, You have just most impeccably described New Yorks Central Park East & All it's Radiant Majesty....Upon the Dawn of a freshly wrapped New Day...SPLENDID WRITE, Ernestine! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR

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Oh Ernestine....I miss these kinds of mornings. Thank you for helping me find my way back.

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