IN THE SOLITUDE OF WRITING

In the solitude of writing
The mystery of why is beguiling.
Filled with a self-doubt without care
Utterances grasp and free form
In a desire to be heard.

But to be heard by whom?
Is it writing with the knowledge of obscurity
That the tingling passion of being alive comes?

Without the world I am free
But with the world I am whole.
So in truth the guiding presence of my poesy
Is not for me to be heard but to be alone:
Knowing that in being alone I am truly whole.

David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. IN THE SOLITUDE OF WRITING. Page Number 72.