It’s that space in the ether- full of riches
It’s a silence filled with charged hope
It’s the suppressed laugh with a lip that twitches
It’s where mind and body run to elope

It’s solitude- that rare gift
for a mind with many thoughts to sift
It’s in solitude- where dreams and visions become one
It’s in solitude- where the real work is begun

©Vivian Zems

Poets United– Midweek Motif- Solitude