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 William Lynch is a poet from New Jersey who was born in 1992. Lynch's first book of poems "the city of your mind" was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. Frank Sherlock, the poet laureate of Philadelphia, called Lynch's debut poetry book "visionary." CA Conrad claimed that the book was "marvelous!" S.W. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including Milkfist, 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 pembroke5@aol.com

  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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