Somewhere in my solitude,
I open to my dreams
my dreams
find their way
into the loneliness
of a hot sultry day
I open my window
to let in birdsong
I breathe my solitude
into the fragrance of blossoms
broken dreams
survive inside my soul
grief
held by memories
I dream me home
I dream my soul
into a dark broken
I tongue each bruise
dressed in blood
the wind holds me
blowing moonflowers in my hair
taste of salt and sand
in my solitude
everything I need
is inside of me
there is only music
symphony of an ache
a longing
for healing lifelines
a yearning
indulging my dreams
sitting in darkness
looking up at a lit sky
solitude never felt better
sleep quiets my mind
dreams slip through
the subconscious
somewhere in my solitude
Maybe solitude slips you into your own dreamland where everything is available to cherish or nothing is available to distress you,,
Nicely expressed
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You nicely expressed it too, Sanju 😂.. thanks 🙏
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Oh thanks ma’am,, it’s kind of encouragement to a begginer from a pro 🙏🏻
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Welcome
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Welcome too Yasia 😆, well these days you are writing bigger verses , earlier used to be few lines,, that’s nice change ,,
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Oh .. 😛 didn’t notice. Seriously heheh
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Well okay, I do that 😆
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Yay 😀
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Serious following 😃
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Seriously what
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Hahaha i meant that’s called serious following a blogger
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Serious 🧐.. following a blogger .. you serious , dude😂
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💕😆
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Have a nice weekend Yasia , in your solitude 😊
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I will ! You too, Sanjay.
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Thanks Yasia 🌻🌻💕
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Welcome 🙏
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👍🏻🙏🏻
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So eloquently it explores the inner world of emotions, dreams, and the transformative power of solitude. 👌👏👏👏💛💚
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Exactly my thoughts .. you are so eloquent in your response.. lovely .. love your comments .. very profound , very insightful, very inspiring 🤗🙏
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Warm gratitude 💚
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🤗
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You’re not that alone— you have ALL OF US!!!! ❤
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Of course, Jonathan. Thanks 🙏 grateful!!
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Yeah, but you do need time by yourself, away from silly bloggers! 😀
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lol 😂
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Like me… 😀
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Gorgeous poem! so powerful! ❤
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Thank you sweet Anne 💕
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Truly a fabulous poem Yassy. so powerful and this stanza is awesome:
“I dream me home
I dream my soul
into a dark broken
I tongue each bruise
dressed in blood”
💖
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Thank you so much for reading and voicing your gorgeous thoughts , Cindy 🤗 bless you dear one.
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You’re so very welcome Yassy!
Always my pleasure to read you!!
💕
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🤗🙏💕
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❤️💕❤️
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A plaintive poem, read slowly. Let me linger on one line. “Into a dark broken.” Does dark describe the broken? Or has the dark been broken? How words work when together!
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I like it when the reader understands and probes the lines from his/her perspective.. it could be anything .. contemplation , introspection.. words give us that sense of searching for meaning .. our brain has to comply otherwise the universe becomes infinite and our curiosity drives us into questioning.
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Yes, that sense of a search for meaning — it’s something I find when reading poetry more than in, let’s say, a nonfiction piece in which the author’s meaning is clear and provided for you. That’s a great thing too, but very different.
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Poetry should do that .. a reader should feel that .. and if a writer or poet is able to stir something inside the reader , then it’s an awesome thing..
thanks, Kevin.
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Great words. Nice expression
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Thank you.
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An excellent and honest picture of solitude, something that touches both the brightness and shades of the human experience. Thank you for sharing, Yassy!
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Thank you, Tama.
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Anytime, Yassy 😁 Have a wonderful day!
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Wonderful expression of the feeling of solitude.My dear!!this solitude is our true friend.❤🌹🤗🌹❤
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Beaytiful picturized about the solitude.bless you with love,dear yassy!!❤🌹❤
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Thank you sweet Aruna 🤗
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Most welcome,my dear yassy!!❤🌹🤗🌹❤
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🤗
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Lovely details. This poem feels very peaceful.
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Thank you 🤗
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Hi Yassy, a beautiful poem tinged with sadness
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Thank you , Robbie.
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WOW! Wonderfully written Yassy!
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Thank you kind Leigha 🤗
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You are welcome.
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This is an epic poem. A familiar river that still is full of wonder and surprise. Solitude is encompassing, and it flows profoundly in these words. 🖤🖤🖤
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Very beautiful poem. Compliments, Yassy 🌹🙏
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Thank you, Marcello..
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🙏🌹
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Fine poem! I see reflected the broken-ness in me.
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Thank you, Alan.
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Nice imagery
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Thx !!
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Your poetry about solitude is a help to someone who has never had to be alone and isn’t now. However, I have found myself suffering with a disability that keeps me home and mostly reading, listening to classical music, and reading other people’s blogs. Yours popped up when you left a “like” on my posting of a poem of Yeats. Thank you for stopping by so I’d come and visit you!
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that’s a nice take on solitude
well done and thanks
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Thank you.
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Thanks
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