Solitude Poem by Julia Klimenova

An elegant piece of writing, Jewel. I prefer the first version, but you are right, in my view, to keep to the one that YOU like best. Warmest regards, Gina.

This speaks to me, something I've been thinking about much lately. Are you in my head? ! Thank you for this.

This is perfect now. It is not easy to respond to non-specific criticism on one's own work but you have done a splendid job. Impressed. Best H

Julia- I am of Ukrainian decent, born in the United States. You said you have not mastered the english language yet! I could not articulate this any better. You have said things in this poem that has shown me - you are wrong! You are a Master! ! rating this poem a 10! ! ! God bless!

Poetry is so often the music of the solitary soul. Would we have it any other way? Warmest regards, SDandra

Writing, or saying, anything about solitude, silence, etc. is a very hard task because doing so contradicts solitude and silence. A silent bell is not silent. I refer you to my attempt at this task in the March issue of Underground Window.

good one, julia..i also wrote on same..please read it..

In a word excellent, solitude means different things to people, whether embraced or enforced, but you have captured its essence in your poem well done.

Solitude is a form of friendship with ones self, well that is what happens when you sink into it without fear anyway Julia. A lovely poem, like a big fluffy cushion, just the way it should be. 10 from smiling with clear, no tears eyes, Tai