5d
Solitude is what I seek as I exit the car and head to the quay.
My destination, a wooden seat, to rest my weary legs and feet.
I sit on the bench, pen in my hand.
My eyes are drawn to the stillness of the canal.
There are no swans, ducks or gulls swimming, causing the water to ripple.
Suddenly, I know that the sounds have changed.
In the hour before dark, when the light is dimpsy.
We are devoid of children’s laughter, of loud chatter and birds squawking.
If I listen hard, I can hear the gentle hum of a conversation, soft feet running, and the rumble of a train in the distance.
In the distance, I can hear car engines and the deep rumble of a motorbike.
I am sitting alone surrounded by my own thoughts. Pen poised ready to write and suddenly I decide to just listen.
The silence of nature
is all the solitude I require.
My destination, a wooden seat, to rest my weary legs and feet.
I sit on the bench, pen in my hand.
My eyes are drawn to the stillness of the canal.
There are no swans, ducks or gulls swimming, causing the water to ripple.
Suddenly, I know that the sounds have changed.
In the hour before dark, when the light is dimpsy.
We are devoid of children’s laughter, of loud chatter and birds squawking.
If I listen hard, I can hear the gentle hum of a conversation, soft feet running, and the rumble of a train in the distance.
In the distance, I can hear car engines and the deep rumble of a motorbike.
I am sitting alone surrounded by my own thoughts. Pen poised ready to write and suddenly I decide to just listen.
The silence of nature
is all the solitude I require.
My husband is working evenings presently, so when I am driving home from work I pull into the canal area close to my home and walk to a bench to write. Sometimes thought the peace is all you require and a reminder to put the pen down and just listen.
