Song of Solitude

Driving alone through the

city and your cure is

the Holy Hour


This supermoon sings

of solitude but

you are not sad


The smoke will seep

through lips and drift

as high as Luna


This special moon

it does not speak

but sing


Sing along even if you’re wordless

even if you think others

do not share your burdens


There lies pleasure

in solitude

and singing


This is a song

of not just yourself

but also the moon


And as you drive over

and with Walt Whitman

you sound your barbaric yawp

About Sean William Lynch
Sean Lynch is a writer and editor who lives in South Philly. Lynch's first book of poems, the city of your mind, was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. His second chapbook, Broad Street Line, focusing on politics and public transportation, was published by Moonstone Press in 2016. 100 Haiku is his latest release, also published by Moonstone Press in 2018. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including (parenthetical), Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

10 Responses to Song of Solitude

  1. Zen Greenway says:

    Your last two posts have really resonated with my past. I’m in the middle of transforming and some of your images are like signposts for me. Or little lights on my dark street. Thanks.

  2. pembroke5 says:

    I just read Zen Greenway’s comment. See what effect a poem can have on someone. More and more people following the blog, more people checking in. Something is happening here.

    Alexander Marshall

  3. The other night I walked off into a field next to an abandoned lot and watched the yellow supermoon. It was an interesting experience as I looked at it and my eyes made it seem to dance in front of me for a few minutes. So it’s interesting reading this soon thereafter.

    The way the poem reads blends with the imagery one gets. Of the solitude and the night.

    Is it intentionally “if your wordless”?

    • Sean Lynch says:

      Wordless for a description of the serenity of that night, but not for the emotional reaction to the inexplicable. So the little imagery that is there is reflected by the darkness of subjectivity, where you can’t always remember or comprehend that there is solidarity in solitude. The moon sheds a little light on that since we both shared similar experiences through it even though we are strangers.

  4. hisgirl96 says:

    I like the way you are writing. For me it makes sense. And though I haven’t seen your blog before I really like it. Thumbs up

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