Fragile Edge of Solitude

I walk
alone where
hard pebbles roll
beneath soft soles.
The ocean is whipped
and lacy waves, a mêlée
of foamy white and foggy grey,
chase across the sand, tickle toes,
lisping at the fragile edge of solitude.

Kim M. Russell, 27th March 2019

Solitude

My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Solitude

Sumana says that we all have an inner space within us to house our own thoughts, feelings, and that solitude is an essential human need to replenish the soul, clear the weary mind of the clutter and give élan to our existence. She shares quotes from Marianne Moore and Lord Byron, a haiku by Basho, and poems by Li Po and Harold Monro, all on the theme of solitude.

This week I offer a nonet.

22 thoughts on “Fragile Edge of Solitude”

    1. Years ago when we lived by the sea we had a little terrier called Jasper and I loved our early morning walks, throwing a ball or a stone along the sand or into the waves. I miss those walks.

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  9. I love the shape of the poem, the soft sounds the lines make (mimicking the referenced waves)… most of all, I love the final reminder. The way it suggests that solitude is a fragile things (perhaps, one that can become loneliness if not treated carefully).

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