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Solitude
by Chris Sorrenti
I am both beast and god
when there is nothing to remind me
of my humanity
and yes
I am also that thing
some say I am
a little bit of this
a little bit of that
but I ain’t hurtin' nobody
not out robbing banks
murdering people
it’s all so surreal
me alone here
my little cottage in the suburbs
the entire world outside
drooling to lionize
or devour me
when not passing me by
there are ghosts
who come here
late at night
in my reality
in my dreams
they are the good times
this place has known
of crew departed
to other parts of the world
the great beyond
reassuring me
that there are friendships
states of related euphoria
still to come
© 2012
1,050 hits as of April 2024
07/12/2012 Posted on 07/12/2012
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 07/13/12 at 05:27 PM This is a good poem Chris--I know the feeling. And, yes, you should get a bike and SWEAT a little bit. It's good for your spirit ;0 |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/13/12 at 08:53 PM I suppose that most of us are a little of this and that Chriss. I'm still trying to figure which of this and what of that I am made of. And I have no where near the time I had when I started. But then I think there are few of us who really ever find out. But you are looking in the right places I think. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/14/12 at 12:01 AM Thanks for letting us in on the process as dictated by this thunderous, amazing verse. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/14/12 at 01:16 AM A new bike sounds like an amazing remedy, Chris. Good solid stuff here. Sounds like it's time to quit waiting for new life to come to you, and go out and grab some!:)) |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/04/12 at 04:39 AM Well, at least you and Aristotle are on the same page. He said, "Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god". Solitude can summon us to the presence of all the world excludes...but maybe as you say, what with the "crew departed", the ghosts and all, seems solitude is such a potential thing. We hear voices in solitude that we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life. We may receive counsels and comforts,and hope, we get under no other condition. Great write. Thanks.
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| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 08/07/12 at 06:29 PM My poem "Unction" (in my Daddy's Favorites folder) begins with a quote from my poet friend Jane Hirshfield: "Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it." Very nicely done, Chris - perfectly captures the feeling.
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