by Ken Harnisch

There is something to be said for solitude
But not meaning to be coy or rude
I think an immersion in loneliness
Can bring the gentlest soul distress

I walked the sylvan path alone today
And though it was beautiful in its way
There was something missing in the breeze
That whispered in the highest trees

It was another human voice, I knew
A face to kiss; a hug or two
Another heartbeat, keeping time
A set of footprints next to mine

Someone to laugh aloud, or cry
Some answering voice that echoes mine
Someone raucous, even lewd
To break a dark and stormy mood

But longing is not a way to feel
And dreaming of love is so surreal
I walked the sylvan paths alone
Until the time I turned for home

There is something to be said for solitude
But not meaning to be coy or rude
Having danced the dance of loneliness
I fail to see what the attraction is


Author's Note: one from the very dusty past. Enjoy.

Posted on 03/23/2011
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/23/11 at 01:14 PM

There are so many forms of 'solitude' and the one that always haunts me is the one in which I am in a crowd but still feel alone. Really nice write Ken.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/23/11 at 04:25 PM

...dusty or not, 'tis a good piece; great[not forced] rhyming...and full of your "guts". be proud of ye' self boy for a 2000 pome walking tall, you know that was a few ago, no body knows who we were 10 years ago, eh?...cool post.

Posted by Vivienne Grant on 02/24/12 at 09:40 AM

in spite of the last stanza, which 'pops' at me, I am in a period of desiring solitude ~ your thoughts do serve as warning tho' ~ for this I thank you

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