Embracing Solitude

 ~ Me, Myself & I ~

I tell myself it will be ok

we’ll know more another day 

we’ll find ways to work it out 

we talk, we brainstorm silently 

Often I speak to me at tea

considering who I’ll be today 

what I’ll do and how I’ll play

who might call or stay away

Hours I spend with just we three

Me, Myself and the willow tree

We scheme new dreams while

willow sweeps gently back and forth

quiet, just beyond our lovely porch

Sometimes we ponder books I’ve read

or work at creating poems instead 

mostly to simply clarify, yet

sometimes to share the

the joys abounding all

around our life

  ~ Me, My Soul and I ~

JoMae

Befriending Solitude

 ~ Solitary Aging ~

We found each other, solitude and I 

when death came by 

and chose my heart to die

Alone, I searched the silence 

to help the days go by, to create 

fresh meaning for this life;

sort out my new identity 

Aging on one’s own 

is a personal endeavor   

a private path where solitude 

can become one’s better half

one’s main companion

in all sorrow and in joy

A treasured echo of one’s self

with listening arms to harbor 

fleeting thoughts, ponderings

safely shared and held

Where ideas can be brainstormed

while understanding forms in

the quiet of alone pervading 

this singular new norm

JoMae

5/31/24

Hope from my Journey — Befriending Solitude

Lone Cloud

 ~ One Lone Cloud ~

Little cloud adrift so high

in that stunning bright blue sky

what are your dreams as you float by

are you content in solitude -- as am I?

Happy to add your unique small self

to the majestic hues of heaven?

JoMae

10/28/23

Morning Song

Black Eyed Susans in an Overgrown Garden - Photo by author

~ This Morning's Song ~

A brief reflection in solitude

When I wake with a crick in my neck

and a knee reluctant to bend

with no exciting plan to cheer the day

from now until its end

I stumble down, prepare a mug of coffee

to sip in early quiet on the back porch

before our city wakens, before delivery and 

garbage trucks begin to rumble by

Before the birds begin to fly. It is just me

and one small bunny nibbling on the lawn

until she notices and flees into the arms

of John’s garden - her comfort zone

The lawn, more like a leafy meadow

surrounded by tall trees - a forest

tucked into an aging neighborhood

Its shade a blessing on hot August days

This yard, crafted carefully for over forty years

a testimony to one gardener’s love - now

on its own and overgrown, continues to inspire.

And look! A pair of mourning doves appear.

While I give thanks and cheer!

-JoMae

8/10/21

This morning’s reverie… Enjoy!