any private act

water wood or steel or ancient stone
or foot or hand or lip can soon engage
or thought can take the soul so far away
that even wild conjecture soon outgrown

will fail to estimate the consequence
of seldom found or wanted solitude
that turns the heart from socially approved
towards contrary but wished for ends

and so we end with action all pretence
and so we come undone with fatal friends

and so our thoughts descend to places rude
and so misuse such simple solitude

that thus we end our days to sadness thrown
to wood or water, steel or ancient stone.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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