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Solitude
As I stand on my porch, an eruption of emotions consumes me.
Feelings of sadness, isolation, and loneliness.
My mind swarms with thoughts.
Thoughts of family and friends,
reminders of what I lack.
I look out, hoping for clarity.
But, my eyes are consumed with green.
It pains me to watch the bland trees and dead grass,
reminders of my boredom and laziness.
My mind is so full, yet I feel physically empty.
I desperately widen my perspective;
the small details now emphasized.
Yellow, red, and white flowers–so innocent and beautiful.
But the line of blue flowers internally sparks something,
reminders of my past memories.
Serenity overcomes me, and my mind goes blank.
Loneliness turns to tranquility.
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This is an ekphrastic poem written about Owen Gramme's "Gat" (1927).