Red balloon

Red balloon (Photo credit: daveypea)

A leaf floating down the gutter
After heavy rainfall
Disappearing into the dark cavern
Of the drain

A balloon rising briskly
So high into the sky
Floating onward to eternity
With no anchor to still its progress away

A single blackbird
High atop winter bare branches
Of a dark tree silhouette
At dusk

All destroy my heart
With the essence of loneliness
Make me pause
And commune with the desolation
Of the final solitude of life.

(c) Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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17 Responses to Solitude

  1. Sad poem. I think you need a hug to remember you’re not alone.

    • Thank you! I actually don’t feel alone myself – am a bit of a hermit really. It’s just that some things, like balloons rising into the sky, drive me a little crazy when I think of them beng so alone…its odd, given probably balloons don’t have feelings at all…but it s what it is I suppose!! LOL. πŸ™‚

  2. LindaGHill says:

    You paint a vivid picture with your words. Wonderfully written πŸ™‚

  3. Rachel Izabella says:

    Beautiful language, alive even. You’re prolific, yet your way with words never wavers. I’m more than a bit amazed.

  4. greenembers says:

    Yes, I agree with everyone. You captured how I feel at times. I get the balloon thing actually. A lone balloon rising does look lonely. Thanks Helen! πŸ™‚

  5. purple says:

    LOL a bit of a hermit huh? I thought the images you selected were perfect, the balloon, the blackbird, the leaf, all singled out, excuse the pun, and illustrative of this solitude, this loneliness, something we recognize, relate to, and observe … not always as a bad thing, but …

  6. Such somber imagery – the word “desolation” nails it.

  7. You paint a picture that I am so in touch with. That solitude I have known. Takes my breath away to see it put in words such as these. As always, awesome work, Dear Friend.

    • Thank you so much, so sorry to hear you feel this sense of solitue, or have felt it. When solitude becomes loneliness it is difficult to bear! But as you know you have friends who love you on wordpress, like me my dear!! πŸ™‚

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