‘Solace’ is the last of eight poems that were written over many years, starting in a distressing period of my life and reaching – gradually, finally – new understanding.
I didn’t plan the individual poems as a coherent collection and didn’t realize the story they told until I recently read through a number of older poems. Those poems felt like preludes to newer ones, revealing, in concert, what was really going on inside me.
Though much occurred in my life before the first poem took shape, and though I am still very much alive, I call this collection: Lifecycle. At very least, it traverses the circular path of one of the most significant cycles in my life so far.
The previous poems in Lifecycle are: Half-Alive, Second Skin, First Guest , There are Times, Dreamspeak, Palm Pilot and Spring Morning.