{"id":1585,"date":"2015-09-02T15:48:27","date_gmt":"2015-09-02T23:48:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/?p=1585"},"modified":"2015-09-02T15:48:27","modified_gmt":"2015-09-02T23:48:27","slug":"solitary-man-no-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/?p=1585","title":{"rendered":"Solitary Man No More"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Solitary Man No More<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nobody knew where the money came from.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

It was enough to cover all of his fun.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He avoided other people\u2019s curious looks.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Writing poems & reading exciting books <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

carried him deep into each night.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He would start over again when it was light.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He was isolated. He lived alone.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

In public, his face was rarely shown.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He said he was his own best friend.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

His poems & his reading he would defend.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He had an imagination that knew no limits.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He could create a whole new world in minutes.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t watch TV or hear a radio.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Newspapers & magazines were a no no.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sometimes he relaxed with music.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Not that often, but he liked the acoustics.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

His poems reflected his isolation & life.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He would bring out how to avoid all strife.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He was called eccentric and a little odd.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He had his own thoughts & views of God.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He was not into penitence, or any such thing.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

A monk\u2019s celibate life wasn\u2019t his to bring.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Yet, he never dealt with the opposite sex.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

A slightly risqu\u00e9\u2019 poem was as close as it gets.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

His books gave him ideas for new poems.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Read only by him. He accepted no coins.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t publish, sell or put them on the internet.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

They would probably be found upon his death.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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One day he wrote a poem of his life.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He thought: \u2018Wait, this doesn\u2019t seem right.\u2019<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He began to see just how eccentric he was.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He wondered why he was like this? Because??<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He couldn\u2019t come up with a good reason.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He decided to go out. It was the season.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Of course, he went to the library.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He soon met a sweet girl he would finally marry.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

How that came about is another story.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

But, I can assure you, it wasn\u2019t boring.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

She liked all the things he liked to.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

She was an introvert. He said \u201cI like that about you.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

They both loved poetry. She wrote some too.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

She said \u201cI love books, but mostly I love you..\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Life went on, but now there were two.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

His poetry reflected a different point of view.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Life was good from all he could see.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

He even wished the same for you and me.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Solitary Man No More Nobody knew where the money came from. It was enough to cover all of his fun. He avoided other people\u2019s curious looks. Writing poems & reading exciting books carried him deep into each night. He would start over again when it was light. He was isolated. He lived alone. … Continue reading Solitary Man No More<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16,29,12,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1585","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-free-bird-poetry","category-life-lessons","category-random","category-romance"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1585","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1585"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1585\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1586,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1585\/revisions\/1586"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1585"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1585"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}