The Path to Solitude

Across gravel drive, across gravel road,
Up second drive to
Grass freshly mowed.

Blue sky above, green hill to climb,
White puffy clouds,
The hike is sublime.

Top of the hill, fields on both sides –
Ragweed and wildflowers
And tall grasses to hide.

Trees to the right, dark up ahead.
Temperature drops;
No hat on my head.

Shade of the rock steals the heat of the sun.
Keep walking on,
See and hear no one.

The path just got muddy; think I’ll turn around.
Walk back to the grass and
Sit on the ground.

An effort at mindfulness, be quiet, be still.
Be here in this moment
As I sit on this hill.

Focus, breathe, count to four, start again.
But what is that noise?
Close your eyes, now open.

Sit still and listen, it’s close to me.
Look around slowly, it’s the
Sound of this tree!

The wind blows and bark flaps, that’s what I hear.
The aspen is peeling on
This tree that is near.

Notice the ant army as they march down their hole.
Does the leader shout orders so they know
Where to go?

A feeling of peace as I rest in the sun.
A short nap; I awake.
This walk has been fun.

Writing201 Poetry: map (topic), ode (poetic firm), metaphor (literary device)

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16 thoughts on “The Path to Solitude

  1. clcouch123 October 10, 2015 / 12:46 am

    Highly enjoyable. Reminds me of Wordsworth who wrote in reflection with nature a great deal. Thank you!

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  2. kbailey374 October 9, 2015 / 11:16 am

    Love it!

    Sounds like you are in a good place, literally AND figuratively!

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    • peggyricewi October 9, 2015 / 11:25 am

      Yep. This was a path I walked many years ago. I had rented a cabin for a personal retreat – me and God and food and my journal and Bible. The hike was a great way to spend time in His creation! At the start of my journeys through depression. But some good memories!

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      • kbailey374 October 9, 2015 / 12:00 pm

        Wonderful! It is a place that you can go to in your mind at any time. It has been suggested to me that I have a safe place to go to when I meditate, and that sounds like one of yours! 😀 Mine involves a memory of a walk I took down to the beach when I was about 12 and sat on a pier that was lying on the beach. It was off season when the piers were taken out of the water to await summer, my parents were divorcing, and I had a precious encounter with God that day. I will never forget it.

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  3. kakingsbury October 8, 2015 / 11:06 pm

    Love it – please share the daily assignments if you don’t mind – this month is crazy at work so I didn’t sign up but I’d love to see what’s going on.
    Great poem – it’s like I was there!

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  4. ClarissaG October 8, 2015 / 10:59 pm

    Refreshing and beautiful. Wish I was napping with a tree right now.

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