POETRY JAM - ALONE

“Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.” - Dylan Thomas

Poetry Jam this week has chosen the following topic: “ALONE! This week I would like everyone to think about “alone”. What does it mean to be alone? How do you feel when you are alone? Is “alone” the same as “lonely”? What do you like to do when you are alone? Reflect on an alone-time you have had in the past.” Here is my contribution:

Solitude

I wear my solitude like an old shirt,

Faded, almost threadbare,

But still possessing the comfort

Born of long habit.

I taste my solitary ways like a dragée,

Whose sugar coating beguiles

Unwary taste buds, till the

Enclosed almond turns bitter.

Alone, I hear my heart beating

Amplified like raindrops on tin roof,

Or an expert solo drummer,

Executing a cadenza.

My singularity is perfume of violets,

Intense and overwhelming;

But so soon evanescent:

The scented becoming scentless.

Why is loneliness such a dreadful

And unwelcome guest, when

For so long, solitude has been one’s

Most faithful companion?