Alone Becoming...Again

There are some who dread the years ahead, while as writers, time seems to bring as its reward experienced words finally arriving, becoming a poem or two a day because of yesterday's missteps.

Alone Becoming…Again
by Odin Roark

Moments alone in darkness,
Removed from day’s imitation
Invites quiet as comfort.

Closing one’s eyes
Reveals childhood playgrounds
Where companions shared alone,
Telling of secrets,
Once stories filling idle time
While cocooned in tree house intrigue.

Such memories,
Like under-rock-secrets
Found in shadowy woods,
Forever remain as straying-off-trail-discoveries,
One’s finish line for life’s stormy relay,
A cross country run through time,
Finally becoming the dial-face in the sky.

For some…

Time’s aspect bears not a father’s face,
Nor the big and little hands of a mother
Once gently nudging hours along.
Instead, paternal time now relaxes…
Daliesque

All names eventually merge
As a lamina among leaves,
Embraced by the wind
Where remembrance flickers
Like one’s book of candles,
Timeless pages once read by their own burning,
Now
At last,
Finally,
Peacefully,
Blissfully,
Alone becoming… Again

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Well-versed in the lines of this work -- Odin...but as with your writes I perceive a depth of wisdom when I engage in reading one and this does not falter in you way of expressing words to paper...

[Patrick]

This piece is exquisitely beautiful and dreamlike in quality. Really loved it and think you did an amazing job here