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.
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May 15, 2020- edit from April 8/19
Poetry/Rhyme/Saturated in Solitude
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1252-183-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Brian's Choice D Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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