Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Chronicle of Solitude

on May 30, 2015

I was born a Southern girl
Into a story-telling culture.
A budding Southern woman
Meeting expectations of the times.
I excelled at both.

But something more lurked beneath that child
True to myself and unknown.
My parents told me there were times
I turned my little rocking chair
To face the wall. Mama said “Leave her there.”

Did something peek beyond compliant self?
There must have been a hint of poetry to come
From solitude that is my homeland
And my second mother – recognized by Mama’s loving heart.
Who did entrust me to my future gift.

24 responses to “Chronicle of Solitude

  1. Silver Threading says:

    That is lovely and evokes the creativity that hid in your soul. ❀

  2. Hard to find the words to compliment this one other than “you outdid yourself.”

    • vivachange77 says:

      Thanks, Susan. This one felt real and powerful to me. It came from a place deep inside my being. ❀

      • This is one of your best. Deeply moving seems clichΓ©, but that is what I feel from this one.

      • vivachange77 says:

        I’m glad what I felt writing the poem communicated with you. The rocking chair story was told to me by my mother when I was very young and became a part of family lore. Until I wrote this poem I never connected this in a positive way with my love of solitude. I just thought my mother left me there because she didn’t know what to do with me, though I know she loved me very much.

  3. I of July says:

    and then the poetry came… and you blessed us with verses πŸ™‚

  4. vivachange77 says:

    Thank you, July. Your comments are dear to me. ❀

  5. tomrains says:

    I really like that. Solitude is such a nice word. And I crave it as well. πŸ™‚
    May I also say I really like the Ghanaian quote you have at the top of the page? I’ve been chewing on that for a while now. The saying is true, but I have no idea why. Strange, isn’t it?

  6. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks for your comment. I’m happy that you like the Ghanaian quote. I think it is true because I have experienced it metaphorically. Can’t explain it either. πŸ™‚

  7. Meredith says:

    There is a seed in the young version of all us. It waits for nourishment and enrichment from our parents, sometimes in spite of them. Yours sprouted and grew until the bloom bursts out of tightly folded petals into a magnificent, glorious array of colors.

  8. lauzlau says:

    Such a lovely memory & a good thing your mama did by letting you be!

  9. I enjoy knowing more about you. =)


  10. hbsuefred says:

    You were a lucky little girl, to have such a wise mother. That’s been my goal in rearing my two daughters, but it’s been difficult as I have a smothering Jewish mother.

  11. misskutts says:

    “Solitude that is my homeland”.
    Resonates with me so well, especially now. Your poetry, i tell you. I never leave without a thought (:

  12. vivachange77 says:

    Your comment means so much to me. Thanks.

  13. JoHanna Massey says:

    Oh that is good. Having lived in the South…it is just a perfect southern poem!

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