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MOCKINGBIRD
Yes, you are very welcome little one,
To peck into my private space,
You show off;
I pause in my solitary condition to audience,
Your little drama of white tail feathers,
Tasting of your delight in sustenance,
You alone know where to find it.
MOCKINGBIRD © gillena cox 2019



Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Solitude

REVISIT
27 March 2017

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“Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone.”
-– Paul Johannes Tillich


SOLITUDE
Deep in the chamber of solitude curled
A ring-gg ring-gg softly charms air furled
Yet not, do the tone to mind or ear reach
For far to low, chasm of solitude seeks
To court absolute attention to its bliss;
Thus being satiated in being alone, solitude
Is an amorous lover, jealous of intrusion
No telephone tones, nor voices calling
Can mar the perfect tide of flowing free
Thoughts, ideas, colours, on a clear sea
Calm waves ripple, in syllables uncharted
Traversing to an ocean wide and deep enough
To absorb, light, liquidity, and vastness
SOLITUDE © gillena cox 2016

Written for Sanaa's Prompt Night
Descent into the abyss of Solitude – [31]


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[my video choice for today Tu si 'na cosa grande ]

Monday WRites 14

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #14, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




SOLITUDE
Here, deep within the depths of my solitude,
When neither nature or reality seem able to wander;
Trapped and snared, are the hours of souls to intrude;
Dare i though, neither to hear, listen, or even to ponder;
I choose to taste the sweet depths of my solitude;
Licking the sweet treacle of alone-ness, here now to savour;
In ones and twos, three and fours, if ever a number to conclude;
The count of colourful bracts, on a sun filled day, so clever
In windswept passions, thoughts journey, far out to quietude
To galaxies, already set and waiting a manifestation; i waver
Not, in self swooned loneliness, deep the depths of my solitude.
© gillena cox





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Will link this to this week's Tuesday Platform open mic at
The Tuesday Platform

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CREATIVITY'S SPHERE
Sometimes, loneliness throws a curve ball,
In an inning, to send a player running,
Running for the catch;
But there is a stumble, and a very near miss,
Excitement applauds the relish of such,
A lovely stroke;
Ending in solitude, for that's where the striker,
Who really is a griot, of sorts, wanted to take
The story line;
Out of the field of grassy abandonment, and,
Into an undefined space, of fresh new dreams,
called creativity's sphere.
© gillena cox



Written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam 'Loneliness / Solitude'