A singular solitude
Having solo latitude
Of empirical hermiting,
Seeking that reclusion
From dubious vicissitude,
With inherent aptitude
Tells of yesterday
Ignoring deliberately
Much of times way,
In indulgent sociability
Held be but child’s play,
Of post adolescent curiosity
Disadvantaging possibilities,
Of vital vigour, and vivacity
Crossing into adult’s hood,
That may well invite solitude
Of a more discerning attitude!
In solitude,
A coexistence
With oneself,
Gives credence,
To relinquish
Social imitate,
Finding release
From conformity,
For a welcome slice
Of tranquil time,
Offering equability
Worth reaching,
A cause to choose
One visit solitude!
A singular solitude
Having solo attitude,
Of empirical hermiting
With inherent aptitude,
Seeking thus reclusion
From dubious vicissitude,
Tells of yesterday
Suggesting singles’ play,
And ever wildish sprees
Be much of times way
Indulging sociability,
For life be then a bout
Of post adolescent curiosity,
Advantaging the possibilities,
With vigour and vivacity…
But then one crossed
To adult’s hood,
At odds to reassess
Having understood,
The consequential blast
Of sociable harass,
As tide looks to run out
Of solitude portentous,
That may invite the solitary
To a more discerning class!
Poetry on a Canapé 