In This Solitude

In This Solitude by Adrienne Danrich

Crawling my way

Back to the light

I see a gleam of

Its brilliance

Seeping around the edges

Of this Coffin

That has Resurrected

Itself around my entire

Being

 

Patiently I scratch

Away at the Base

Of the Murky

Pit

That hasn’t let go for

Week

Upon

Week

Going on a month

Now

 

Meditation chips

Away at

The Inky

Roots

Silencing

The Chaos

Breathing in and out

To find

Peace

 

Sanity slowly

Creeping back

To its

Vaulted Throne

To its

Rightful place

Meditation

By Adrienne Danrich

I slow down
I close my eyes
And breathe deeply
Listening to my own special kind of silence

I stop
I close my eyes
Taking a deep soul healing breath
I listen

I hear the birds sing
The horns honks
The whispers
I hear the shouts
Of neighbors
And I smile
Listening well to my own special kind of silence

Clouds

By Adrienne Danrich

 

Like a puff of smoke from Papa’s pipe,
You glide by on the whims of the winds,

Creating imaginary forms of faces and trees and animals.
Without warning,
More of your kind gather together,

Changing the celestial sky-scape
To a cottony, pillow of white.