solitude #poetry

my taffeta dress falling

on the floor

staining the carpet

with the violets of beach pea.


your kisses morphing

on my neck

into the loneliness

of sand castles lost to sea.


the shining mirror now reflecting

a golden painting of a nude

Márquez is finishing in silence

his hundred years filled with solitude.


reference to Gabriel García Márquez’s work One Hundred Years of Solitude



14 thoughts on “solitude #poetry

      1. Not as beautiful as yours. I have to start running … 🙂 thank you once again!

      2. We got a deal! Let me know where to send them 🙂 Oh, by the was I have new cowboy boots too. Keep dancing, and I will send a pair your way!


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