How can you befriend solitude and learn to self-soothe through moments of loneliness?”
Of Loneliness
Dodoitsu and American cinquain prompt responses

I have accepted Diana C.’s suggestion to challenge myself with 50 answers in 50 days to her 50 questions for self-reflection.
I love writing tanka.
I write tanka because the art form challenges me to think deeply and fit so much into few words and not waste space with various forms of connective words that do not actually add meaning to the piece.
Tanka challenges Fits my personality Deeply broad thinker Spiritual and few words Make every fucking word count
and thus answered Diana’s 30-day poetry challenge with nothing but tanka, yet have embarked on a journey to respond to her new challenge by taking on the additional self-challenge of expanding my syllabic formatted poetry to include dodoitsu and American cinquain as recently prompted by MDSHall.
I have also embarked on a trying an expand-my-audience-strategy of publishing my responses in worlds in the MediumVerse on which I have yet to step foot.
As I type this story and go with my flow, I have not decided upon which publication I will submit.
This prompt by Diana has challenged me because I am compelled to reject the built-in implications of the prompt. I reject societal notions of loneliness. I left NYC in December 2020 for the peace and tranquility of Southern New Hampshire. When I asked my youngest younger sister to help facilitate my move, she reacted in part by saying that New Hampshire in the winter sounded dark and lonely to her and thus felt she could not support my move.
For me, solitude can serve as a fortress against loneliness. In solitude I can tune out the noise of the world, WITHOUT MEDITATION — generally accepted methods of which do not suit me. Moreover, and this she and many may never accept, while I might not surround myself with human beings, I am never alone as I am in constant contact with the soul of my soul partner, and whenever I choose, the souls of my dearly departed Grandpa Willie, my friends Andrew and Jason, and, dare I say, yes I do, my highest power, God, as I understand and translate that human term, and which presents itself to me as Rama in the form of an elephant, my Jewish upbringing be damned.
I usually impart my poems first and follow them up in the story with my decoder rings. Today I reversed course and now present my poems, which I have not yet written. Here goes:
Dodoitsu
Never alone with my thoughts Awakened connections strong My thoughts are not mine alone Sitara, friends — God
American Cinquain
Lonely? Soul never aches Passionate heat surrounds Bathing me in hot tub of love Heaven





