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Below is the poem entitled Seclusion which was written by poet Catherine Tunke. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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The summer men are standing, alone upon a wretched stone,
Contorted, bent and torn. Dressed in paper-like ragged clothing,
The ashes of the universe, they are brother less bone,
Forming declarations from hearts made barren by their loathing.

The winter women, busy themselves by making baby sounds,
Weakened, sad and tired. Wishing for the sun to disappear,
The carers of young flesh, the ones who turn the merry-go-rounds,
Bark at the dark night sky, with a howling that comes from despair.

So soft sands soak seas, and verdant grasses devour the sun!
They are still orphaned by the relentless, apathetic tides,
That kiss and tickle, and dampen any hope or ambition,
Reminding them with the sunset, that within them dread presides.

Most will never take the long and lonely swim to each other.
The gentlemen will never dare ask the kind lady to dance.
The sadness forms like weeds around beautiful flowers dying.
Here they stand, alone, in the season of father and mother.
The fire has gone out, yet some close their eyes and take a chance,
Only to wake in the cold morning to the sound of crying.

Around them, broken sickles warily monument the soil.
The hopeful, but weakened authors draw visions of a new land.
But defeated, they yield, bare-faced and burnt, tormented in toil.
The courageous man will not kiss a smiling lady’s hand,
Finding in sacred seclusion, a world of tranquil weather,
That allows the mind and soul to exhaust themselves together.

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  1. Date: 7/31/2014 10:29:00 AM
    I find this rich in description and metaphor, but ponderous in content. I think for a poem that is so faithful to rhyme (which of course is OK) it is too drawn-out, too labored in detail. Rhyme needs to enhance a work, not to be employed as artifice. Now, what do you think?

    Ludden Avatar Robert Ludden
    Date: 8/1/2014 10:53:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Oink...From this mud in which I wallow, a comment such as yours does hurt. Perhaps I misjudged the piece. I'm not a master critic nor a master poet. I have credits by some as a fairly educated reader, but by no means an expert. I do know that writers of masterpieces usually do not trumpet that assessment themselves.
    Tunke Avatar Catherine Tunke
    Date: 8/1/2014 5:44:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I think your comment is like you.. something I should ignore. The poem is a master piece and it saddens me that I cast pearls before swine.
  1. Date: 6/21/2013 4:32:00 PM
    A dark truth rising. Powerful images of a mean season .Reminds me of the hollow people in my own life. Rock On

    Tunke Avatar Catherine Tunke
    Date: 6/22/2013 3:23:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Michael you are a gentleman and a scholar.
  1. Date: 11/21/2012 10:20:00 AM
    A dark scene well and vividly desribed here. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

    Tunke Avatar Catherine Tunke
    Date: 11/21/2012 7:15:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    It's just "life". Thanks for reading