Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude

“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

At the turn of the hour
The lone yellow flower
Has mustered all its power
Fully loaded with a new attitude
To leave the state of solitude

Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude

“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

On the barren land
Which the owners damned
A solitary flower stands
In a soil filled with sand
It may not be grand
But still in demand

Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude

“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

From the cold hard rock
Little yellow things found their dock
Now in the summer’s breeze
The tiny flowers cheerfully flock

Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude

“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

Into the open air it fled
Its wings wide spread
A solitary bird
Without its herd
Into the horizon to be blurred

Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude

“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

On the rocks was seen
The solitary house
Fit for a queen
And even a mouse

Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude

“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

Suspended in mid air
Trying to get somewhere
Alas going nowhere
Hanging there
Quite the solitaire

Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude

“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

As far as the eye can see
Only a solitary tree
Stand still on the mountain

If you keep on shouting
It may be responding
As it was told to be, a tree of tales