Into The Solitude

"Don't you just love these warm moments?", she plied in orphanic style “ these hours when our being alone seems completely alive.”

"But what of our others?",  I dared

“Theirs are theirs”,   

“I'd soon seek from their solitude , as risk an insertion into my own. It is not mine, this glass you pour, this drink you dream for reason. We live in shadows and shadows are what we portray. We tear the night out from our hearts when we fall from these heights, losing our lives to regain a foolish foothold,

All we are evaporates, a droplet through a summer's ray"

She glared the solitude from her empty glass, a tear descending where none had tried before. 

I had come to believe in her suffering as I had come to believe in my own, sadly embracing her words as more than just the sudden form of motel scripture. 

I burned out the candle to carve our last hour in darkness, still feeling the cold and bitter changes in our smiles...still abandoned as awareness poured;

 A droplet through a summer's ray, never sharing in the warmth of this moment again.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a surprising way to show "solitude" & it took me a couple read-thru's to fully grasp the nuances in your brief vignette. This reminds me of how jarring it can be when the other person is on a different wavelength & it feels like an intrusion on one's inner balance when he/she is simply being him/herself, but it feels like being bombarded by discordant vibes. Thank you for challenging me (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Oh how the pages turn, the setting of a lover's heart into the darkening; into the solitude.. Nothing compels the gods like the light of a woman dimmed. Her sudden choice into reality ...almost like a lost locket from childhood dropped by fate into a river and we are never again the same. Hugs back Margie and thank you again.

[barleygirl]

You are so creative, I have to really think about the things you write becuz I want to be better at this . . .

[Crowley]

Wow...that is overwhelming in its simplicity and sublime in its content. Its hard to ferret out the exact feelings in situation like this, you can nail the sadness, the futility and frustration, but its hard to get the universal wrenching of the soul and this has done that perfectly. Great writing my friend!!

[Perdition]

He returns! A thousand thanks for the kind words. I don't believe I have ever heard the word "ferret" used so apt in a review before. Impressive.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

He know how to rip the guts right outta ya, and throw them out for the birds to feed...while he steal your toast and spills your wine on the tablecloth..He a brilliant ventriloquist that can ferret the want right into you Cee. Be prepared for the best!

[Perdition]

Hey! I left a tip...and that tablecloth was tattered with scars. I did you a favor....or was it the wooden doll? Getting hard to remember.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Put... DOWN THE DOLL! I shoulda known. Always in my closet trying on my shoes and playing with my dolls .....MOM!

[Crowley]

Lol.... you two crack me up. From what I have read, he is the real deal!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Yep, a 2 dollar bill! or Joe...Jose...Joseph...Joey...well who ever he is:)

[Perdition]

He is Perdition. The choosing of poetry as a lover..foolish as they come.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

You are not Perdition to me...your number#2 muse!

[Crowley]

I wanna drink with you two!!!!!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'll Pour but know Im an expensive drunk!lol

[Crowley]

Good thing I got a piggy bank....

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

piggy pennies...the best kind!

[Perdition]

I step out for 2 seconds and come back to find the house on fire and you two drunk from the gasoline...piggy pennies it is and a round of solitude green as this 2 dollar bill. lol.

[Crowley]

A two dollar bill still spends, I think we can get something going between that and the piggy pennies!

[Agyani]

This poem spawns quite a vast area of meaning, interpretation, thoughts, and emotions. Well, maybe there aren't many emotions here, but they are pretty strong, and overwhelming!

In addition to what Ardra pointed out, I think "All we are evaporates, a droplet through a summer's ray" is one of the most beautiful lines I have read in any poem or story. I read it a few times to bask in its bleak warmth over and over. The fact that you chose to end the poem with it only made me smile again. :)

[Perdition]

Thank you so much for reading this Agyani and for all your all too wonderful comments. So glad it reached out and brought you a smile.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I am not sure why...empty hearts...empty minds...that clock is ticking and the hour grows late my friend...I am off the find the rabbit who has stolen my glasses along with my mind.

[Perdition]

Oh, but you are that rabbit, The seclusion grows a reflection trying to find its own reflection in a desperate garden filled with those trying to hold on to what they never had. Thanks Queenie!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

the reflection of my day...lol what is my truth! tick tock!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

all this time I thought I was a queen...white rabbit, white rabbit...where have I gone?

[Ardra]

We live in shadows and shadows are what we portray...

Liked these lines....
Nice read..

[Perdition]

Thanks for stoping by Ardra and for taking time out to read and review this poem. I always appreciate the input of a talented poet. Happy Monday!