Solitude does not take so very long
before undoing our need for sound
or the beating on tin roof
of rain and words and meaning too
as she lay beneath persistent thrum
seeing no language necessary or brave enough
to furnish her with sufficient description
how does the rain tell tin or some other fabric
the lingua of a heart?
or perhaps a thin line of wire
connecting and disconnecting thought
in fragile measure
how does it relate? That old scarred ache
persisting beyond the tongue?
into a realm where words cannot
fathom the depths of hurt enough
there are times when silence and that
open mouth pressed against knuckle
diving into foam, in brief deafening wail
of nature lashing herself with hues of red
as if it rained color instead of remorse
she tried to take your hand though wet
lost grip and slipped before gained
swallowed up against sliding words
we no more
they are ushered to quiet places within
the fragility of our hang
Ariel do you mark this weathered vane?
before it slips willingly beyond us
in shadowed formation
sea birds break their sleep
with first glimpse of
18 thoughts on “Sound”
The gulls give a peaceful end to this torment, or respite at least.
Thank you beautiful friend. I was thinking of you this AM because yesterday I was going through all your books thinking I must get a Kindle and read them as I only read paper-books and so I cannot get all of yours. You are so talented I am always so impressed and mostly glad to know you because your reach is far xo
Love this so much Candice, perhaps cause I find meaning in solitude? I don’t know. Fantastic piece of art you created nonetheless
I haven’t done paper versions of most of them. It’s hard, frustrating work and it costs—you have to keep buying copies to check the cover’s come out right. I haven’t recuperated the cost of making paper copies of the two that I did go ahead with.
Ah, the two sides of the solitude spectrum. It can be great in certain cases and for certain durations, but not as a constant.
I cherish my moments of solitude. But then, I am not plunged into depths of despair. They nurture and nourish me 🙂
We can become accustomed to almost anything…even solitude, so that at times it almost becomes a preference. Hope you are well my friend.ღ
An excellent concept so well portrayed
Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone. ~ Paul Tillich
Some people can’t stand being alone. I love solitude and silence. But when I come out of it, I’m a regular talking machine. It’s all or nothing for me. ~ Celine Dion
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude. ~ Jeanne Moreau
Your portrayed the sound of loneliness in the most beautiful way.
Hope you enjoy these quotes. As I read your poem it reminded me of solitude.
I LOVE my fellow post! Continue to express through written words of YOUR inner voice
Just saw this beautiful, haunting piece. So much gorgeous heartbreaking imagery by I cannot let go of “she tried to take your hand though wet/lost grip and slipped before gained.” Such piercing loss.
“Solitude does not take very long…. ” before…. ” so true as I have spent much time in solitude. Not a good place to be for long periods of time. Thank you!
I don’t know. I find solitude the only true thing !
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much!
SSS = simply stunning and splendid… ❤
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my very best, tonnes d'inspiration et amicales pensées, Mélanie Bedos-Nicolas
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