On Seeking Solitude

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings ~ John Keats

I will admit, for me, writing poetry is difficult. It is such an emotional form of writing; it contains, conveys and escapes emotion all at the same time.

This means I do not wake up early in the mornings, sit at my desk, rub palms of my hands together with glee, and think now I’m going to write a poem. It doesn’t happen, it never happens, and how great it would be to achieve this one day! Because great writers or accomplished artists do not wait for inspiration, right?

Well, I do not wait for inspiration but I’m no great writer. I rely on empathy. In order for me to capture a moment, emotion or whatever else makes a poem, I have to feel deeply. And there’s a lot (beautiful and ugly) to feel in the world we live in. It is this build-up of emotion that eventually leads me to write with urgency. The reward – a release, whether significant or subtle, makes it all worth it.

I’m sure you reckon that this feeling / empathy / emotion / release, delights and liberates yet exhausts. And so, when it all becomes too much, I seek solitude. Not so much to shut down the noise but to listen to my inner voice.

Note: Thank you all who read me (whilst I took time out to breathe) for your understanding, support and kind comments. Much appreciated.

Sanaa Rizvi at Prompt Nights expresses this thought successfully “Rest is the sweet sauce of labour”.

Breather…

There is more to life than increasing its speed. ~ Mahatma Gandhi

Sun and sea; the breathing space

Note: My fellow bloggers, readers and friends, I won’t be able to catch up on your vibrant, informative and inspiring posts for a few days. I need to pause, even if for a short while, in order to hear myself breathe.

Tulip Girls

All that compost sticky and messy, hidden in the dark
makes for fertile ground. Kindness sprouts
and tulips bloom as shadows banish
in nightless nights

Brightly coloured heads applaud sunshine
but blooms carry dreams of a girl
naive and hopeful for a place
under the sun

Tulip girls with godlike ease and radiance
sing a song, celebrate imperfection
and invite all who dare
to dance lightly
with life

Note: The creative process can be lonely because every creative work requires that solitary time. But support from others who know that aloneness can sometimes be riddled with doubt, insecurity and madness, encourages me to embrace my imperfections. Thanks to Sanaa Rizvi for the reminder that “Imperfection is Beautiful”.

Also, my special thanks go to wicked Magaly Guerrero for her continued support and for the giveaway. Many thanks to the dirt worshipper, Caitlynn Abdow for her generosity and sponsoring this outstanding artwork below. I’m humbled and honoured to have these exquisite “Tulips Girls” in my home. Please take time and visit this amazing artist’s site, and marvel at how she tells stories of mythical surrealism.

"Tulip Girls" by Caitlynn Abdow
“Tulip Girls” by Caitlynn Abdow