Solitute

I sit staring at the screen
It is my canvas
Tempting me to paint
Pictures with words
I hear the drone of the
Ceiling fan and the
Air conditioner sitting
Pretty in the window.
It doesn't matter
If it is very late
Into the night
Pushing into the
Wee hours of the morning...
I seek myself
In this stillness
And reflect
About life, love, God
And people around me
My only companions
Are my loneliness
And a plethora of
Thoughts,
Words,
Sentences,
Alphabets.
Not exactly in this order
These are my moments
Of truth, where
I face myself
in my mind's mirror.
In my computer
I discover that
Time envelops
My future, present
And
Past
An amalgam
Of colors
On a word document.




Poetry by Neelima
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Written on 2011-09-13 at 19:45

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Blilith
This really touched me, what more can I say...

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2011-12-20



beautiful observational poetry ... i really like it ... cool!
2011-09-15


Spargo Postle
this is a very nice piece of writing... having written it in one continuous stanza it gives no quarter for the reader stopping and taking breath... the one stanza style gives the impression that the thoughts contained within the poem move quickly yet the subject matter suggests relaxed, leisurely, still calm... personally I'm not sure whether it matters if it one stanza, as that is what we as writers / poets do, think - write - correct - post... You may wish to try putting into seperate stanza's just to see if the mood changes... As I said at the beginning this is a very nice piece of writing, thanks for sharing it with me...

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2011-09-13