Sweet Solitude

imaginarygarden The Tuesday Platform Imagined By Kerry O’Connor

I didn’t choose solitude
solitude chose me.
Balderdash,trash,
slash, clash, smash
of the world bruised
my soul till I could not
hear the song of the lark,
the music of the wind,
the wisdom of the clouds,
the slow, steady pulse
of the earth’s heart
so I began to withdraw
to the subtle call of quiet.
She soothes my spirit with whispers,
calms with colors of luscious
marigold sun
turquoise skies
goose grey storms
and red roses, too.
She tosses the static…
the spark of strife away.
Even this room from which
I write is so quiet
I can hear a faint hum,
a strum of OM
Nothing distracts.
Solitude chose me.