A riddle poem - this should describe something without ever naming it ...
ache cuts thru every hour
throwing the line out to still quiet waters .. no bite, no tug
this duet, this singular exercise
equanimity found folding feathers to bone
turning pages to the beat of my own heart
glass walls surround circle & cling to this company
companionship tinged in shades of blue & gray
where silver lining is found inside the burnt ring on my left hand
what hurts more than this?
where the verdant moss grows under this solitude's shadowlands