Solitude
settles like quiet dust,
resting, echoing.
Companionship
stirs up the air,
buzzing, energizing.
Some people like to be alone,
some people like company,
many people like a little of both.
Creatures squabble,
creatures cuddle,
all living things reach out,
to our own kind,
to non-kindred also,
reaching out
I find you
with my resting & my rising,
the quiet & the noisy,
the palette of life.
An interesting poem which speaks of our innate need to be social creatures. Having said that there is also in the poem an acknowledgement of the need to be alone and then in company. We vacillate between the two in a need often associated with mood and temperament. We are also contrary creatures at best. I enjoyed this poem as in requires some inner investigation as to how we behave.
Thank you for this
Keith
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Hélène
Mon 19th Dec 2022 01:17
Always enjoy reading your analyses of poems Keith!