Goodbyes at the open front door
On a Sunday morning in Summer;
An aeroplane shines in the sun;
At home I can learn about solitude.
In the town it’s midday mass time-
A time and a place to be peaceful:
A short truce in the struggle of life;
I purchase the Sunday Press paper.
I’m welcomed in home by the dogs
And a friendly telephone caller;
My daughter awakes at it’s ringing;
Once again my world is revolving.
I am able to admire the day’s beauty-
The far distant mountains before me;
Like a train from a tunnel emerging
I have returned to the lap of creation.
(My own translation of my poem in French 'Solitude')
‘I have returned to the lap of creation’ ~ smooth touch down… Loneness looms showers luminescence …nice imagery 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK
A very beautiful poem with nice imagery...Loneliness, pain and grief create better poets and more eloquent hearts..
It is good to be alone sometimes Matt..I too enjoy it as I did this work.. thank you for the invite regards Alf
A soothing and gentle poem about everyday life, finding time for solitude to reflect, savour the wonders of nature! Inspired write!
excellent lines with profound simplicity sir. keep growing. lots of love. abhimanyu kumar.s
This is a beautiful poem of life and of being, of noticing all of life all around. Very wonderful.
It is the grace of solitude that enables me to estimate the beauty of everything and return to my creativity.Thanx.
Very lovely ideas and well-expressed thoughts, images and ending up with a brilliant last line. Beautiful poem.10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember my childhood movie 'Lonely are the brave'. Sad indeed Matt, solitary travels from the cradle to the burial place with us.