Solitude — to me a word so different from loneliness, so sweet and rare, solitude is choice . Solitude is a precious state where I can find stories in the shape of clouds or when I listen (really listen) to the voice of trees. In Solitude you are never lonely, you just are alone enough to find how well your breathing synchronizes to heartbeats or sense the gentle pressure of the soil against the soles of my feet as I watch how ducks have gathered in the open stream.
Sometimes I must go for lonely walks with thoughts I have, sometimes solitude is the only choice I have, a saviour and my friend; but afterwards… my solitude have made me stronger, bolder and ready to make friends with you again. Sometimes though, my solitary walks will lead me down through lonely alleys where I cannot hear my thought, to loneliness where nothing fills my dreams. To void and If I call for you from such a place, please take me back and let us talk, and talk again.
winter filigree —
dark shapes of bowing branches
fragrance of snowflakes
Today it is haibun Monday at dVerse, and Kim inspire us with various aspects of solitude. I preferred to go more with my thoughts in the prose than actually telling a story.
February 4, 2019