Scents And Motions Comments

Your poem ends with the inevitably melancholy realization of our essential solitude on so mnay levels of existence. So much of our activity is spent on eliminating or reducing or ignoring that fact but eventually the experience of aloneness looms over us all. Even then we deny it with various inventions of our nimble minds. In fact, your poem shows that amazing ability of the mind to turn what is empty into a cornucopia, to take a dead end and reanimate it, to populate a world without companionship with amiable thoughts. Your poem, my comment on it - we conquer the eternal loneliness again and again.