Alone, not Lonely

A nod to Bryant and Whitman

My thoughts dwell

Questions but no answers

As I take a walk

Through leaves of grass

I hear, I see, I think, I feel

The essence of what was,

Is, and will

 

What answers could this wood hold?

Or the waves that ebb and flow?

Not answers, surely, yet...

I feel under the shade of leaves

Relief, a calm sudden insignificance

That must have passed over

Those who were once

And will be

 

To know that my thoughts

Are but a single grain

In the ever expanding desert of time

Is to feel just as the pebble must

Being skipped along the water's edge

And sinks and finds

That it was not the first or last

To be thrown in

 

To live, to be, to last

This life well and to the end

Keep in mind that once you leave

The river shall keep flowing

And soon will come another to the shade

With the same thoughts

Dwelling

 

Reviews

[Dr Poet]

Yes, 'whitmanian' in certain hints, but so clean and convincing. I have always thought that the awareness of all "the questions of these recurring" is already an answer itself and I have found this poem to flow on the same wavelength.

I loved in particular the circularity of the concept of 'dwelling' opening and closing the poem. Where do all our thoughts go once we're gone? A part of them surely dwells around and settles down like an invisible dew.

[Honeypot]

That's so pretty. Its got a unique tone to it. Its kind of like it should be sad, thinking you're thoughts are just a pebble in a desert, but somehow its strikes me as just sort of whimsical and your mind if taking free reign. Very nice.

[Bare trees]

Awesome poem. This is so good I'm putting it in my favorites. You give some great comparisons and unique insights into this one. Great!

[Voice]

Such an amazing write. you just make this flow so nicely you have such talent...

Voice

[Katy Otto]

This is very insightful,
I have never taken this perspective.
Great job!