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In Solitude
by Quinlan L Gibson
With all this room who needs space; a faceless name is a nameless face
As empty as your words were last night.
As weightless as your promises were in flight.
They drift on the current and land wherever they may.
Maybe they’ll find you and sting your solitude
Deflate your attitude
Rip your substance away
and decay.
02/12/2010 Posted on 02/14/2010
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/14/10 at 06:40 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by June Labyzon on 02/15/10 at 03:07 PM "Creamy Center" for me...."a faceless name is a nameless face..." Well done... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/15/10 at 04:29 PM Nice rythm and flow to this, pointed and very, very sharp. Thank you. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/16/10 at 01:25 AM ...a lively, lovely saunter by the smuck. and starting slow in that great first line--a kicker, too cool, then building to a near bam-bam-bam the last several lines with your line-breaks---again, cool. |
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