Thoughts on Solitude By Gary Borck

Thoughts on Solitude      
  
I thought at first I’d gained a solitude,
beneath the dense packed furs: my succor rest.
but creatures came; a bright hued multitude,
and ‘round the blooms some flapped and had a fest.
The bees partly eclipsed my daisy view, 
and challenged silence with their quiet drone.
The birds gave out their lungs (while perched on yews),
their ballads punctured with low tired moans.
Butterflies in their vain, and foolish toil
sought nectar from my bright beguiling shirt.
Ants marched, and with my feet shared close by soil
and carried plunder around the twig strewn dirt.
God grants an ideal bliss, that we may own;
a peace that won’t demand we dwell alone.

Gary likes to unwind in parks at weekends. His poetry takes him to other spheres and realms but again, only at weekends as he needs to get back to his workplace from Monday to Friday. He has had poems published in the Grand Little Things Journal and The Society of Classical Poets.