I dream
of expansive landscapes,
crave your panoramic
silence, thrill to the ideal
of your boundless sanctity.

You wrap me
in separateness, strip away
my cardboard walls, tear
at the corners of my instability;
no refuge from the stillness.

I am smothered
by your starkness, by my
starkness, cries of madness
reverberating through vast
canyons of aloneness.

(Solitudes first appeared here in May 2017.  From 2014 to 2017, I lived in isolation and silence due to ME/CFS.  I examined the phenomena often through poetic expression. This edition has been altered from the original.  I submit it here for dVerse’s “Sounds of Silence” challenge.  Thank you Dwight Roth for hosting.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

24 thoughts on “Solitudes”

  1. I liked the way you pealed solitude and silence like an onion. One layer is inspiring and uplifting, but at the core it can be unsettling and revealing lost in the canyons of ourself. Very nice post!

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  2. I particularly like the final stanza with the repetition of the “a” sounds in starkness, madness, vast, canyons, aloneness which sound very much like a wide open mouth scream. A powerful ending to your poem.

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