Solitude

Jayant@2003

The canvas of my life was white,

No colours and no radiant light.

And so I painted my white skies

With hopelessness and wrenching cries.

 

Since Childhood I have not been,

As others were in those springs.

My grief and joy all are in the same tone,

And every one I loved, I loved 'em alone.

 

And then, a beautiful solitude as a sun at dawn arose,

Like a gust of winds on my face did blow.

O, beautiful solitude, you fly like a dove over the sea,

And like a ship on the blue film of sunset's sea.

 

And I flew among the rest of the heaven

Painted in blue I flew as high as a raven.

 

 

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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    'Since Childhood I have not been,
    As others were'
    a great read
    I think that original 'Peter Pan' Byronic hero
    would appreciate your words:
    'Few are my years, and yet I feel
    The world was ne’er designed for me:'
    from poem 'I would I were a careless child'
    (
    https://www.poetryverse.com/lord-byron-poems/i-would-i-were-a-careless-child
    )

    • Jayant@2003

      Thanks a zillion times!

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      Good writing ))



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