Poem: Solace

Solace is the word

Solace is the way…


Feelings succumb to numbness

As elbows hold steadfast

Upon the gray, gaping

Grains of old Oak

These flamed, furrowed faces

Speak silently of loss

and displacement


As a lost soul seeks subtle grace

Somewhere within the rustic

Gleam and the Smokey taste

Of the poet’s wine

Measured are the heartfelt tears

That guise as waves crashing

Upon the coastal rocks

Of an elixir sea


With the backward tilt of a head

Elusive goodness

Perilously, pours poverty

Into a soul


Solace is the word

Solace is the way


© Niall Markey 2010


More by this Author


Comments 2 comments

ahorseback profile image

ahorseback 4 years ago

I like this and it takes me places!....:-}


niallmarkey profile image

niallmarkey 4 years ago from New York Author

Thank you again, ahorseback. I started writing this poem in a bar one evening. I was really surprised by its unfolding.

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.


    Click to Rate This Article
    working