The Bliss of Solitude
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"That inward eye; which is the bliss of solitude . . . "
William Wordsworth, 1770-1850
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I love to be saturated in the bliss of solitude,
perhaps, I am a rare bird that seeks such seclusion;
for I seek total silence to withdraw and be quiet,
I drown in it for a breathtaking interlude.
I know beyond there is the roaring wind of life,
but my poet mind is soaked and my soul is weeping;
oh, I need this detachment- so that my pen can speak,
when utterly alone and apart my MUSE is whispering;
and all those cobwebs in my head are swept away . . .
But never, ever think that silent means that I am weak.
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April 8, 2018
Poetry/Verse/The Bliss of Solitude
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