Salvation in Solitude

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The drone of morning traffic. The blaring of horns from stopped cars on the Interstate. The adolescent voices that echo off the walls, and their sporadic screams and laughter. The noise from the outside crests like flood waters fed by torrential downpours.

It is during such onslaughts that I savor an interior silence. Give me these, then: The soft soil and hard rock of a Harriman trail. The serenade of returning songbirds to the backyard. The woosh of wind and the babble of rushing brooks.

In solitude can I cultivate this salving silence. Time alone by choice brings me in touch with the Presence that emanates through all reality. Freed from the noise, I can feel alive and be grateful.


steaming through the storm door

while I write haikai

for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Solitude (posted by Sumana)

and Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform (imagined by Sanaa)


13 replies »

  1. You speak like a true nature lover and avid hiker, who finds solace from the onslaught even from own backyard. I can relate to your poem so much, and I can’t wait to feel the soft soil under my feet as spring advances.

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  2. When I read your opening paragraph, I felt great appreciation for my surroundings, Frank. I couldn’t function with the drone of morning traffic, blaring of horns and people’s screams and laughter. Interior and exterior silence is precious, especially for writing, except for the sounds of nature.

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