~Solitude~

Propositioned passions torment me

Conversation dulls me to inner wit

Why do I listen to thee in solitude?

Hope laid waste like winter solstice

Kneels me to dreams now faded;

Being taught on how to die –

Like fallen leaves flaked in time

Now whispering in frozen graves

Dwelling in the midst of vengeful sages

“Ach!  der ist bald allein!”

My self-portrait canvasses like a snowy-slope

Its pain crystallizes in a whitened dell

No half-truths, no half-reasons

A short retirement urges a hasty return

All too reverend, somewhat visually impaired;

When dwelling on companions gone

Away!  Away!  To a new solitary place

Perhaps to a home where memories stalk

Umbrae as-to a shadow-less shade

In solitude, a constant vigil I will keep.

Copyright © 2006 Tinka Boukes & Dennis O’Bell