27 March 2019

After An Evening With Friends






After fudge and cream on brownies, after
the last delicious kiss goodnight,
after the train deposits you
a mere half mile away—
you walk. The door opens
and closes. Then, 
do you, too, sigh,
perk up, rally to spend
time with yourself at last,
to catch up on quiet and joy?
Home’s divine solitude settles
like gold dust, surrounds like Bach cello suites.




For Sumana's prompt: Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Solitude




My blog poems are rough drafts.
Please respect my copyright. 
If you quote, credit this page.

© 2019 Susan L. Chast


18 comments:

pc said...

Beautiful.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Me, too, indeed...

I love the way you describe the solitude we choose, how it is as warming as the sunniness of yellow gold, as enthralling as the melody that dances out of our favorite instrument, how it is so personally divine.

Thotpurge said...

Oh I love that... and so agree!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

There's a time for all things: a time for being with friends, and a time for exploring the soothing depths of solitude. (Most of the time I prefer the latter.)

rallentanda said...

Loved this poem A wonderful sense of'nice to be home'collapsing into a comfy chair, feet up ,listening to Bach and how blessed you are to appreciate Bach. In music circles Bach is considered to be the voice of the Divine.I think he is.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

Oh, Susan! Your poem is so delicious in its calmness. Thank you the wonderful world you depict here.

Kim M. Russell said...

Bach and solitude go well together, Susan, and I love 'Home’s divine solitude settles / like gold dust' - that's the way I feel every time I arrive home.

annell4 said...

The idea of solitude, brings out the lovest thoughts of solitude..."gold dust, and Bach cello suites."

Sherry Blue Sky said...

OH! This is SO PERFECT! That is just how I feel, coming into my own solitary space...I especially love those closing lines. Spectacular.

Therisa's World said...

Can only sigh, at the things that we want, but can never have. Especially, I will never be able to taste brownies, upon my lips, ever again. Darn food allergies.

tonispencer said...

I like your descrption of solitude settling like gold dust.

Myrna R. said...

I totally relate. There's no place I enjoy more than home and though I have a husband, he gets me and knows my solitude time is sacred.

Marja said...

Beautiful and "Home’s divine solitude settles like gold dust, surrounds like Bach cello suites." Gorgeous just like Bach

Old Egg said...

What a feeling it is to walk thrugh the front in your home. Immediately you can relax and enjoy the solitude and comfort. I love it!

Truedessa said...

This is a beautiful poem and the closing lines are perfect.

Panchali said...

Absolutely....Nothing can be more blissful than embracing time with yourself and enjoying the experience in the comfort of your home. Loved this.
Always great reading you, Susan.

Vivian Zems said...

There's nothing sweeter than a home welcoming you with open arms. I love the 'settles like gold dust'. Alas, my welcome home is my german shepherd knocking me over...always!

purplepeninportland.com said...

“Home’s divine solitude’ - we all need that cozy just-us feeling.