The Sanity of Solitude

adashofsunny Descent into the abyss of Solitude  prompt by Sanaa Rizvi

“I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.” – Henry David Thoreau


I used to play my music loud
the TV a storm cloud
festering from the den,
everywhere a din – anti-Zen
of clamor and cry, ruptured air,
explosions of sounds, a blare
of wear and tear on nerves
and ear drums…

Now I delight in a steady diet
of discreet… hum of energy an om
of modernity, flowing through the house.
The tinkle of chimes in a light breeze,
the chitter of a hummingbird,
the scuttle of clouds in the sky
just barely heard as they
swiftly pass by

I’m done with mingling
in stuffy rooms talking and talking
of inconsequential things
of politics and fashions,
heated opinions and passions,
I’d rather listen to the breeze
rustling tales in the trees
all whispery, hush-hush

I’ve let my world become quiet
now that I have grown old
for there’s wisdom in the gold
of silence.



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Renew Your Mind

dverse Razzle Dazzle Me! Posted by
So for today’s Poetics, I’m asking you to kick up your heels a bit with me! Give me the ole razzle dazzle! Sparkle me with a mood”


What sleight of hand turned green
to shades of autumn hue
then let them drop in bunches
at the slightest wind that blew?

What forethought made the oaks
yield the acorn for squirrel and deer
teach them where to curl up safely
when the first snows appear?

What imagination put the Dippers
pointing to Polaris in an inky sky
leading travelers northward
to freedom by and by

There is magic and majesty
everywhere you look
planning and provision
from some great ledger book

and season come and season go
and earth still turns on her axis
so midst all the negative is the good
you’ll find it with a little practice.


09sep14_430The Big Dipper was an important part of the Underground Railroad during the Civil War. Slaves escaping from the South were told to “follow the Drinking Gourd” to the North, according to the website The Constellations and Their Stars.


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Image result for mother nature blowing leaves

adashofsunny Crunching, Crinkling Autumn swirling in the Breeze by Sanaa Rizva


Autumn is a drunken, gluttonous, slattern

who takes a haphazard swipe

at the brittle, weathered leaves

and scatters them from her dirty apron

like crumbs before a tribe of Guinea hens.


Her broom licks the earth in a tipsy tiff

from horizon to horizon she sweeps

the fallen debris under the hearth rug

and satisfied with her household’s keep

lays herself down to troubled sleep.


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Let Me Live in Hope’s Sweet Shine

“I am pessimistic because I don’t trust history. But at the same time, I am optimistic. Out of despair, one creates. What else can one do? There is no good reason to go on living, but you must go on living. There is no good reason to bring a child into this world but you must have children to give the world a new innocence, a new reason to aspire towards innocence. As Camus said, in a world of unhappiness, you must create happiness.”   – Elie Wiesel, New York Times interview, April 7, 1981



There is no good reason to go on living
except that I find myself alive. My lungs
claim air, my thirst demands water, my
stomach food though my throat rebels.
I entertain the thought of death, oblivion,
dreamless dreams forever.
What stays my hand?

A wee flicker of hope in my black despair
a tiny spark, was it really there? A firefly
flash in the midnight blue then morning dawns
in  golden hues. The madness of grief
loosens it hold. I promise myself
one more day, then one day more…
Hope makes her stand.


adashofsunny Prompt Nights – When shades of loss weave with pattern of madness
prompt by Sanaa Rizvi


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Waiting for Richard

mindlovemisery Tell me so I can tell you prompt by Oloriel

“For the prompt, I want you to look at this painting (or the painting of your choice) and describe it to me: just simply describe what is there.
Try to not use any comparisons or excessive adjectives, or even imputing a personal opinion when describing the items. The idea is to list them and name them, in a way you see fit, in an order you see fit.”


*Image found HERE


Crab fresh from the sea, caught by Dinsby’s boy this morning, served on Richard’s mother’s blue ware. A nice contrast I thought, though she would have criticized my choice. A stand of lemons, one peeled, to squeeze upon the meat. A glass of buttery chardonnay pairs perfectly. Crusty bread and a side of mixed vegetables will be filling. Concord grapes, a simple, sweet dessert to cleanse the palate.

I stand back and view the tablescape. The butter knife, with its modern ceramic pattern is a bit jarring but Richard and I received it as a wedding gift from cherished friends. It adds a touch of home though we are far away. The only thing I add are his books and a tankard as a bookend. Perhaps after he has dined, Richard will read some poetry to me by the hearth fire’s warm glow.


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Rhythm of Life

imaginarygarden Following a Thread – Weekend MIni Challenge Imagined By
“The prompt today is to think of some narrative when writing your poem. Your poem does not need to directly tell a story–though it can–but whatever you write about, try to follow through on its thread; even let that thread lead you, though it may not have a clear sense of where it is going!”


We got it at the green stamp store.
Grandpa put a small shelf on the wall
in the living room and placed upon it
the black and faux gold clock. I would
watch the pendulum swing back and forth
unaware time was ticking away. I’ve learned
since the steady beat to life, faint, drowning
under the din of progress. Now,time flashes in
digital hubris, trendy fonts. One shape morphing
into another. But, rhythm keeps me grounded.
My clock sits on the bookshelf in my reading room.
Underneath the hum of air conditioning, TV
in the den, I can hear its steady, comforting tic-tic
setting the pace, reminding me I live one second
at a time. One secondhand lurch of being,
of possibility. Tic tic tic tic…



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One Second to Midnight

mindlovemisery Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille
“This week I love to challenge you to create a haibun themed “departure” with a maximum of 100 words (including the haiku).”


I admire you gentle lady. We became friends, we wife of- mother of- the boy we both loved, both hurt by. I sat beside your bed last evening as you slept, shrunken, a diminishment, a petering out… Endings are like that. A thought half spoken, a mystery left unsolved, a breath indrawn and slowly expelled… I grieve for you while you yet live. Grieve for me at what will be.

Waiting for the light
to fade, the sparrow’s last song,
the winter’s long sleep


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