Inge Schuster, "Evening Fog," 2024
Don’t mistake solitude for loneliness
The former is a crisp garment, chosen
The latter a way you're obliged to dress
Solitude runs clean; lonely is frozen
Shrug past the crimson, domestic portal
The fog patiently awaits this grey time
To quaint convention, be the rebuttal
Pull off your autumn ramble like a crime
The salty speculation of strangers
Should make smiling shadows more savory
Befriend vague metropolitan dangers
Make what you think you’re doing the story
Study the thin black gestures of the trees
Startle and vanish, like a feline sneeze
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (4)
Artwork is wonderful!! And I loved the first line so much :)
Loved this poem. Job well done.
Oooo, feline sneeze, I really loved that! Fantastic poem!
Wow, D.J.! Deftly done but I don't feel that that really does this justice. There were so many lines but the idea of solitude being "a crisp garment" is just so well evoked. I loved the sibilance to create secrecy but to also suggest a sinister atmosphere is so well done and then, that last simile to finish? Sublime. I loved this. Great painting too, by the way. One of my favourites from the ones that you've chosen to date. This was a great way to start my day.