Wide-Eyed

I palmed a polished pebble
sensed its surface — skin-
like; stayed silent,
strong between my breath
and seashell-sounds of self.
I talked to scents of spring
spiderwebbed myself
an earthworm…
listened to my heart
drawing circles
in wide-eyed lucent dreams.

Solitude by Gustave Courbet

A short poem on solitude and what you can find there for my prompt at dVerse.
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May 5, 2020