Ghairo Daniels Poet Ode

ODE TO SOLITUDE : A TRIBUTE TO RAINER MARIA RILKE

Solitude Beloved ! Incandescence of my Spirit !
     expansive vastness of Father-Mother-God
quarking my beginning, ending, p r o c e s s e s

Exquisite Your Reaper stands visioning wands 
terror swording 
      TIME with BEAUTY 

Your spaciousness, a canvas, brush and stroke
  for white stallions riding lunar eclipses 
…

Your  nurturing  s i l e n c e  rests my knowings, perceptions, unknown  phenomenon - -  
    You root stripped beech trees  
Roman sentinels standing marbled as I ache, dissipating into Breasted Infinity —

Your dappled  l i g h t   has neither walls, theatres, silver streaks or judgement benches 
— tolerates neither fools, collaborators or gurus 
lacing instead quiet ripples of  basement conversations across fallen tree trunks __
        
architecture, paintings, dancing,
   language, exactitude all fall into Your deepest wells of creation, dissolution, recreation ~ spiralling innuendos of alchemy …
 crystals of Aloneness 

 Solitude ! Your octagons are silent spectators on Olympus watching goal scoring as discus become Mars or Mercury 
                    or a Muse 

 tags are meaningless in Your platters of enigmatic purity like threads of saffron floating in a bowl of water, ready for disappearance 
      into breyani cauldron 

exodus to divergent timelines, ports or armchairs happens not ____
  You blend them all in sombre hours small 

belief in bliss holds no bronze trophy,  
Beingness a point on doggone adventures ~ 
You transmute my stunning squinx  into a whimsical widget in Your ample arms
….  

Magnanimous Solitude !   
   You compress then elasticise oxygen 
         expansion existing on opera 
   openings within THE ABSOLUTE 
   whom You salute with veracity, clarity —
   cognisance being beneficial bacteria 
 in Your exposed womb 

autumns, attunements, apricots hang amorphous between Your feet…breathing 
soundless frequencies in spacelessness 
       emitting vanilla whiffs ____ or cayenne 
       pepper dust …

I humble myself, halting my road warrior’s wanderlust weeds, before Your unperturbed stilled fruits, 
      where all roads dead-end   >>
         crimson figs awaiting in Eden
….

Solitude Unframed ! Beloved gladiator arena,       
You purge my brain cells of their own molecular enigmas —- as crockery crack

Mystical Power ! Your fearlessness 
a soaped crux, or mire of every Fallen Angel 

Hallowed Great CURE !
               I ODE YOU as my trollic gaze
in bedlams of my -  mind (...)
your role defined

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Paige Hind March 19, 2026 at 4:19 PM Passion found!! What an enigmatic poem on solitude. I will also have to look up the inspiring poetess sometime. Great work and voice, dear Ghairo <3 xxoo Ghairo Daniels March 19, 2026 at 4:28 PM Foremost German POET : though it would not have mattered to him if you changed his gender. His words hold. X.

MOHIT MITRA March 19, 2026 at 10:34 AM Gracious Ghairo, Thy candour I profoundly esteem. To thy gracious query, dear soul, I humbly submit: for above five-and-twenty years—near half my mortal span—I did instruct British English at Welham Boys’ School, where the august shades of Shakespeare, Milton, Blake, and kindred luminaries seemed ever to pervade the air. Conjoined thereto, I did devise and compose songs for children on sundry occasions, and render them in performance as lead vocalist and guitarist, whilst remaining a pedagogue. Thus was wrought within me a native bent toward verse, whereby thought itself assumed cadence; and what now issueth floweth not from mind’s cold dominion, but from the heart’s ardent wellspring. As touching AI, I avow with firm conviction that poetry remaineth among the last inviolate streams, wherein no artifice may intrude; for its making requireth not mind alone, but the indivisible concord of heart and soul. In this discerning verity, I trust thou shalt find accord with me. Ghairo Daniels March 19, 2026 at 4:11 PM Absolutely, I do Dearest Mohit. ThkU so much for explaining. I am truly at rest with this & was anxious that you would not misunderstand me. The thought crossed my mind that it was a manner of speaking that your core embodied with. I had to speak suchlike, sometimes, when I worked in our Parliament & there were foreign dignitaries around. I found it very hard to do. I find accord & agree that AI will find it impossible to enter the language of the Heart. I am sincerely grateful for your taking the time to explain & not ignoring this niggly thought that was trying to settle. Great respect. X.

MOHIT MITRA March 19, 2026 at 2:50 AM Gracious Ghairo, Thy ode doth rend the veil of silence, weaving infinity, alchemy, and Being into a temple of the soul wherein my spirit trembles with reverent awe. Ghairo Daniels March 19, 2026 at 8:59 AM ThkU for read, Sir ! It amazes me how you manage to write poetic comments & replies too. Quite fascinating. I was even wondering if you use AI for this. I’m sorry, but had to say it. Great Love your way.