Saturated In Solitude

"That inward eye; which is the bliss of solitude . . . " William Wordsworth, English Poet, 1770-1850 I l o v e to be saturated in solitude . . . . perhaps, I am a rare bird that wants seclusion; I seek sweet S I L E N C E to withdraw and be subdued, I drown in it for a breathtaking interlude; yet, beyond there is a roaring wind i n f u s i o n. My poet mind is soaked and my soul weeps . . . I n e e d this detachment so that my pen can speak; when utterly alone and apart my MUSE creeps, and all those infused cobwebs in my head he sweeps; but N E V E R think this recluse girl is weak. _____________________ April 8, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/Saturated in Solitude Copyright Protected, ID 18-1011-259-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Rhyme Time 2 sponsor, Laura Loo First Place