Solitude

[Pilgrim]

Solitude

She is your friend –
you’ve known her now
for years,
and shared her gladness
and her tears,
as she has, yours.
You know her well.

But some day
you may catch her
unawares,
as she meditates
an infinite remoteness,
as it were;
and then you’ll sense
a loosening of her bonds
to here and now -
her solitude.
And you’ll wonder, then,
about the time
before you met,
and guess at what
resurgent remnants
of her past
inveigh her now.

And you may feel
a certain envy, then,
excluded as you are
from one whom
friendship ties;
but as a friend
you’ll not intrude
her solitude.
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[rowens]

Seems long-winded, with sudden stops and twists with commas around one word; and things like inveigh her now, and intrude her solitude, sounding a little rigid and silly, unless you talk that way.

Despite those things: it's not a horrible poem.

[Magpie]

There are some very good parts to this poem, "resurgent remnants of her past" is worthy of note. I had not heard of the word "inveigh" before and had to look it up, and although I thank you for, now I have learnt another new word, I would also say that it would throw a lot of people and some might even think it was a spelling mistake, perhaps.
I found the last stanza difficult to read, it almost seems tied up in knots and needs unravelling, and the last phrase "not intrude her solitude" doesn't work and actually takes the shine slightly away from the obvious talent that you have displayed throughout the rest of the poem.

[Pilgrim]

Seems long-winded, with sudden stops and twists with commas around one word; and things like inveigh her now, and intrude her solitude, sounding a little rigid and silly, unless you talk that way.

Despite those things: it's not a horrible poem.

Hello, rowens. Thank you for your comments.

Regards,

Pilgrim.

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There are some very good parts to this poem, "resurgent remnants of her past" is worthy of note. I had not heard of the word "inveigh" before and had to look it up, and although I thank you for, now I have learnt another new word, I would also say that it would throw a lot of people and some might even think it was a spelling mistake, perhaps.
I found the last stanza difficult to read, it almost seems tied up in knots and needs unravelling, and the last phrase "not intrude her solitude" doesn't work and actually takes the shine slightly away from the obvious talent that you have displayed throughout the rest of the poem.

Hello, ambrosial revelation. Thank you for your comments.

Regards,

Pilgrim.

[Brownlie]

The personification of an idea like solitude is sort of like what Emily Dickinson does with Hope is a thing with feathers. Maybe giving yourself a limit of the number of lines you use would help. Good luck.