Lost in the lofty mountains of the mind
Memories reverberate and resurrect in splendour.
Nothing happens outside the circle of light
blazing inside. God, you wouldn't even understand
how luscious silence is until you have soaked
in it syrupy fortress of  day dreams.

Wandering in valleys where lushness
allows grass and flowers to bloom at will
braving minus forty temperatures outside
ice floes and white ribboned roadways
stretching into the blindness of snowflakes
the gardens still bloom inside the vivid imagination
of the minds solitude.

No matter where you are and what you do
you can be alone, even in a crowded room
just watching the world go by at leisure
allowing the clock to beat at unhurried pace
as the measure of your words not spoken
scatter people away from the racing imagery
of your silent and soulful solitude.

Poems are born in this complete non-interference
where reason rhyme and rhythm coagulate
and burst into bloom on pages awaiting
to take into its arms the creative perfection of meaning
only the poet could understand and share
with those he feels worthy of his magnificent
escapades into solitude and writing.

Author Notes

This is the birthplace for poems that spring into creation when alone and silent. The greatest works of literature, painting, poetry, music and all of the arts have happened best in the solitude of the mind.
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