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Soul's Solitude Defined

Where is this soul in solitude?
Alone but rarely lonely
Never closed it is wide open
Soaring, waiting for a time to be

Upon the winds. On land and sea
And with the tides’ ebb and flow	
Telling tales of him and her
Us, you and me as we go.

His fingers wrapped 'round a ready pen
His mind does often ponder
Then he begins to tell his story
And the fantasies drift and wander

The words come to him from all around
Lilting, lulling sounds
They bounce in his head down to his hands
As once more his muse is found

The ink flows fast on paper
As his narrative builds up speed
Climbing up to a crescendo
Grasping with urgent need.

Clutching at sensations
Like a torrent in full flow
He writes with fervent passion
As the words dash to and fro

Then slows again to a dreamy pace
As the reader's senses need to feed
Intense then light then dark again
The words flow to feed their need

Never lost in the written word
Never lost for things to say
His eyes and ears and senses
Are his tools, are his display

When feeding all the masses
With his literary food
He hopes they enjoy the repast
And end up feeling good.

Devour the feast, imbibe the words
Sate your body, soul and mind
Enjoy the written dinner
And let your spirit there unwind

Let it abound like his solitary soul
Then let it come to rest
Let it be thoroughly satisfied
Leave it feel, at last, the best

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Anoucheka Gangabissoon Date: 11/6/2014 9:09:00 AM it's only when a soul is solitary that he or she does find it right to write :) could relate to that, thks for sharing :) Login to Reply