Solitude And Loneliness Poem by gary polonsky

When I think of solitude,
I seem to like the way,
A plethora of interlude
Spurs me through the day.

It may be a partita
Or sonnet not too droll
Or beloved senorita
To paint after a stroll.

Loneliness, however,
Well, that's a different thing,
Please spare me forever
From its penetrating sting.

‎Someone to discuss a book,
To help you till the land,
Someone with whom you cook,
Who reaches for your hand.

Solitude and loneliness.
Similar. Not ‎same.
One inspires to incandesce.
The other kills the flame.


Written in Ontario, Canada - 11th May 2020