The spectrum of solitude

The spectrum of solitude

A Poem by Maddi
"

Even though some might think it, solitude is not that great.

"

Rain drips from the dark sky,
Like God,
Is dropping inky pennies on the earth.
Little packages of life,
Splatter,
Clatter like horses hooves
Across the veranda of 
Jenny's old house.

The water surges down 
C-r-e-a-k-y 
Old drain pipes.
Bulging out the sides of 
The gutter;
Bursting at the seams.
And with a 
Drip.
And a
Drop.

The rain squirms its way
Into jenny's home.

One drop falls from the ceiling.
Patters Jenny's grey, grizzly mop
Of
A head.
The drops increase,
Speeding up.

For a moment everything is
Still...
        ....
            ......
                  .
   .
    .
      .
Then one droplet cascades down,
With silent finality.
The drop catches the spectrum.
Projecting:
Scarlet
Vermilion
Saffron
Verdigris
aquamarine
ultramarine
Lavender

But then again, they're
Just
Names
In a story
Of science.
But names,
Can be pseudonyms.

Jenny sighs into her coffee.
For thirty years she had 
retreated,
To this place.

She'd inherited
from
her mother.

It was nowhere,
It wasn't even on a map.

She remembered
Her childhood, she
Always wished people
Would just leave her alone.
They didn't understand.
They didn't know,
What it was like.
To see your only friend,
Commit suicide.

She realized solitude is not
Great.
It drives cracks in your 
Conscience.
Until only
Loneliness and
Bitterness are
left.

Abstract,
That is what you become.


The spectrum nodded its head in
understanding.
It had so many
siblings.

But never referred to as
an individual.
Unique.
Always collective
Always
Oh it's the rain.

A baby faced sun,
peeks over the
Horizon
Spreading streaks of golden light.

At Jenny's farm:

No longer rain drips from the sky,
Like God
has run out of cash,
no more little packages of life,
Splatter.
The clattering like horses hooves
Across the veranda of 
Jenny's old house.

Has ceased.
And the spectrum is silent in its
solitude.







© 2017 Maddi



Author's Note

Maddi
By Madeleina-Dorothea Rideaux (a.k.a moi)

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Hello, Madeleina! :)
I enjoyed it, lots of imagery and interesting thoughts. The section about dying for government threw me off a bit.

Posted 10 Months Ago


You should really be proud of this poem! It is so good.... I loved the words you used to create the sense of imagery and an excellent story behind it! While reading it, it felt like I was reading a summary of a blockbuster in a poetic form! Loved it. :)
Keep writing :D

Posted 1 Year Ago


Maddi

1 Year Ago

Thank you. (:
I love the images, patterns, and words you use to invoke your message! I also like the irregular grammar you use, like between the last two stanzas... it works with the flow nicely. Great use of personification ("the spectrum nodded its head..."). I can't think of any criticisms at the moment; I'm a new reviewer, so I'm still learning what to look for. This is a great poem, fantastic job. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


Oh wow! So many images! I usually get lost in long poetry. I didn't here. I love the concept of the spectrum being an individual but a collective--such a neat description of solitude! And the list of colors, they burst in my brain!
If I were you, I might analyze your capitalization. I can't quite follow the pattern of when you capitalize at the beginning of a line and when you don't.
Also I might think about when you use a whole line for one word. Sometimes you use it really powerfully--like in the listing colors stanza, or c-r-e-a-k-y. But other times it just feels choppy. Always make sure there is a reason you are emphasizing the word.
Again, great, great, poem! So hopeful and so sad at the same time!

Posted 1 Year Ago



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The oak tree by the pond with the coy fish, Norfolk, United Kingdom



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