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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Among the Pines

Among the Pines

A Poem by Millionth Muse

Among the pines,

needle-tipped towers

scraping the sky,

I find symbiotic solace

in the enormity of solitude

 

Footfalls are feathers

against the forest floor,

for as I walk, my presence

is blotted away by sunshine

and summer squalls

 

Opposite the weeping river

I cross into confinement,

a clapboard court where

I am no longer a queen,

but a courtesan of the mundane

 

Gravel roads give way

to hedges and highways,

harbingers of sprawl

that slowly sedate the senses--

but I remember…

 

I summon in my mind

the path back to clarity,

here--where the water and wind,

the timber and the texture,

transport me to tranquility

© 2010 Millionth Muse


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What a beautiful, softly written piece..
After a hard day at work, this was the perfect read.

Nicely done my friend!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


For some reason this poem reminds me of Bridge to Terabitha. It is great in it's description of the forest that you are emerging from back to the highways. I love the contrast between the highway and the forest. One seem so peaceful and the other seems so hectic and busy. You have painted a truly spectacular painting before my eyes.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is a beautifully orchestrated piece of art. I love the portrait that you paint here of tranquility. and I love the last stanza I summon in my mind the path back to clarity................love this!!!!!! being one with nature always brings an inner peace to me also!

Posted 14 Years Ago


you will always be a queen...

Posted 14 Years Ago


I sorely needed tranquility today . . . thanks so much

Posted 14 Years Ago


Lovely, I want to be there. I think you painted a scene in this one that brought the moment to life for me.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Your use of nature as a teacher is wonderful... you paint the most beautiful scene that the black and white print turns to color in my mind.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Millionth Muse
Millionth Muse

By the Beach, CA



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A little bit of mystery never hurt anyone... I'm a writer, always have been--from my high school scribblings to the notebook I still carry with me everywhere. I've been published a number of times.. more..

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