The Solitary Poet

The frosted moon hangs high

The poet sits admiring

Alone

Yet smiling

A strike of a match

The smell of sulfur fills the air

Momentarily

A sizzle

The candle leaps to life

In a burst of bittersweet flame

Still the lone poet smiles

For their lover is coming

The lover behind the smile

The poet's heart pounds with passion

Waiting

Anticipating

A cloud passes swiftly over the night-orb

The solitary poet watches

Then closes their eyes

There is time to rest

Before the lover arrives

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I really enjoyed reading this poem and it also had me waiting with patience for the lover's arrival. Job well done, sir. Thank you for sharing your art.