Isolation
As my brain scrambles to come up with the next great epic tale...polite cough inserted here...I am left reviewing those pieces already written and floating about in cyber space, and pulling them back to my blog space. Have a read...and let me know your thoughts...if you haven't already.
Isolation
Isolation seems inviting
On a summer evening such as this.
The laughter of my friends and family
Travels down the deserted beach
To ears that have heard too much
Alone I stroll through the dampened sand
As the tide pulls away,
And a wave crashes at my flipped flopped toes,
Erasing the joyous sounds.
For now it is only me and the tide
Swallowed in the mist of creeping twilight
Divinity can be found here...if you listen.
The gulls cry in their screeching voices
Targets locked on the tiny crabs
The receding tide has forsaken
And another wave crashes
In a rolling wash of seaweed and Irish Moss
The scent of isolation on a salted breeze
Not quite strong enough
To carry me away
Forever
~Natasha Head~
Isolation
Isolation seems inviting
On a summer evening such as this.
The laughter of my friends and family
Travels down the deserted beach
To ears that have heard too much
Alone I stroll through the dampened sand
As the tide pulls away,
And a wave crashes at my flipped flopped toes,
Erasing the joyous sounds.
For now it is only me and the tide
Swallowed in the mist of creeping twilight
Divinity can be found here...if you listen.
The gulls cry in their screeching voices
Targets locked on the tiny crabs
The receding tide has forsaken
And another wave crashes
In a rolling wash of seaweed and Irish Moss
The scent of isolation on a salted breeze
Not quite strong enough
To carry me away
Forever
~Natasha Head~
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And unplug the phone
Leaving one in isolation
Preferably with not to much contemplation
But it's nice to come and pick on you
That is what I do
After the much work I did on Face it Facts today
I need to take some time to play