Lost in the Maze of Solitude

 

Lost in the Maze of Solitude   Seconds seem as long as hours,  and hours, as long as days. Why has life just passed on by  and left her in this haze? Friends? Oh, yes, she's known her share, but none are still around. Time has washed them from her view; tick-tock's a lonely sound. Silence fills the halls of days; strange noises, attic's night. Is it fear that keeps her home, or home that spares her fright? All alone, she ponders how she's lived so many years watching time grow creaky, old, while grinding down its gears. Solitude's her next-of-kin, the one she knows the best; chimes that ring upon each hour are such a treasured guest. Join her game of solitaire and see if you can win. Turn a card but don't look up; the walls are closing in.   By Sharon Miller Bolander   © 2008 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Helena]

"Solitude's her next-of-kin,
the one she knows the best;
chimes that ring upon each hour
are such a treasured guest"

Truly beauiful poetry Sharon. The above para stood out for me, but I tell you
I could have quoted all of your lovely lines. I certainly felt the loneliness
in this! Well done and thank you for submitting this lovely poem for my contest and for
keeping the dream alive! ~ Helena ~

Helena

[Andy Hand]

I loved all the auditory images. They allowed me to close my eyes and hear the poem. It creates the illusion of sitting in a room and not speaking, how all the tiny background noises become a symphony heard only in deep solitude. Nicely done.

[angelina neves]

very powerful picture and feeling of "walls closing in"