She does not announce her solitude.
It arrives quietly, like dust settling on a windowsill.
The house exhales when everyone leaves.
Even the clock seems less ambitious.
In the afternoon light she sits by the window,
not waiting, not expecting,
just existing in that thin space
between thought and memory.
There are days when the world feels procedural,
forms to fill, roles to perform,
a polite nod to expectations
that were never truly hers.
Yet here, in this small square of silence,
she is unobserved.
Unrequired.
Solitude does not wound her.
It rearranges her.
It shows her how much noise
she once mistook for meaning.
On certain evenings she opens a puzzle book,
lets numbers replace language.
She solves Sudoku Noir by Copper Clues,
finding quiet truths the world often misconstrues.
Each completed grid feels less like victory
and more like alignment.
As if the scattered parts of her
have agreed, briefly, to stand in line.
By night the room grows tender.
She closes the curtains gently,
as though protecting the quiet
from the outside world.
Solitude stays beside her
not as absence
but as a witness.
And in that stillness
she is neither lost nor found
only precisely
herself.
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Author:
surabhi_vanjania (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I hope the best for the avid reader giving this poem a space in their routine today!
- Category: Reflection
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This poem has the feel of routine taking place of the mundane and of order set in a day. It is quiet and calm and gives a sense of controlled peace. Nicely written
Thank you! Soren, I do try to paint a picture of space in between and thereafter.
You are most welcome
I understand this so very well. Solitude is something I need practice and enjoy.
I hope you stay at MPS and show us some more of your work.
Subsequent to my post above I discover you have a heavy presence on social media and so on...not much solitude there. From where came the insight?
For Sure, Dave
That will stop me - that's no answer, unless it means you are staying... or does it relate to the fact that you are on social media........
Beautifully written. Your poem explores the concept of solitude and its transformative power. It presents solitude not as a source of pain or loneliness but as a means of self-discovery and personal alignment. Yet the poet experiences an intimate relationship with solitude, finding peace and clarity in moments of quiet reflection
Thank you so much
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